The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 16 Page 51

“To march into the Indian country?”

I nodded.

“When does it march?”

“On Friday. But that is not to be known at present.”

“I understand. By what route do you go?”

“By Chemung.”

“And then?”

“At Chemung we leave the army, Boyd and I. You heard.”

“Yes, Euan.”

I said, forcing myself to speak lightly:

“You are not to be afraid for us, Little Rosy Pigeon of the Forest. Follow me with your swift-winged thoughts and no harm shall come to me.”