I am that Robert Lennox who came with Tayoga, the Onondaga, in the canoe, through the fog on Lake George, to you, asking that you hurry to the relief of the boat builders! You will remember, sir, the fight at the ford, when they sought to ambush us, and how we routed them with the cannon.

You'll recall how St.Luc drew off when we reached the boat builders.

I've been away a long time, where every month counted as a year, and perhaps I've changed greatly, but I'm that same Robert Lennox to whom you said more than once that if the Governor and Legislature of the Province of Massachusetts had done their full duty your force would have been three or four times as strong." "What?
What?
No stranger could know as much as you know! Come farther into the light, boy! The voice is nearly the same as I remember it, but the face has changed.

You're older, graver, and there's a new look! But the eyes are like his! On my soul I believe it's Robert Lennox! Aye, I know 'tis Robert! Come, lad, and shake hands with me! I would go to you but this wretched wound holds me in my chair! Aye, boy, yours is the grasp of a strong and honest hand, and when I look into your eyes I know 'tis you, Robert, your very self.

Sit you down and tell me how you have risen from the grave, and why you've come to comfort an old man with this most sudden and welcome news!" The moisture rose in Robert's eyes.