spite of your whole army and its mighty armament, I say it — I, a Siwanois Mohican of the Enchanted Clan. A Sagamore has spoken.”

Chill after chill crept over me so that I shook as I lay there in the darkness “Who is this maiden, Lois?” I asked.

“Do you not guess, Loskiel?”

“Vaguely.”

“Then listen, brother. Her grandfather was the great Jean Coeur who married the white daughter of the Chevalier de Clauzun. Her mother was Mlle. Jeanne Coeur; her father the young Vicomte de Contrecoeur, of the Regiment de la Reine — not that stupid Captain Contrecoeur of the regiment of Languedoc, who, had it depended on him, would never have ventured to attack Braddock at all.