It was yet a base for the great campaigns to the northward.

Evidently the fear of an attack by Montcalm had passed, as he did not see apprehension or depression in the faces of the people.
He went directly to the house of Master Jacobus Huysman, that staunch friend of his and Tayoga's, and the solid red brick building with its trim lawns and gardens looked as neat and comfortable as ever.

It was hard to believe that he had gone away, that he had been so long on an island.

Nothing had been changed except himself and he felt different, much older.
He lifted the heavy brass knocker, and struck thrice.

The sound of footsteps came from within, and he knew at once that they were Caterina's.