the Great Serpent, young Uncas, and I, Mayaro, Sagamore of the Siwanois.”

He paused, then with infinite contempt:

“Webb was a coward. Nor could Sir William kick him forward. He lay shivering behind the guns at Edward; and Fort William Henry fell. And the white-coats could do nothing with their Hurons; the prisoners fell under their knives and hatchets — soldiers, women, little children.

“When Montcalm had gone, Webb let us loose. And, following the trail of murder, in a thicket among the rocks we came upon a young woman with a child, very weak from privation. Guy Johnson and I discovered them — he a mere youth at that time.

“And the young woman told him how it had been with her — that her husband and herself had been taken by the St. Regis three years before —