“I have made my adieux to the ladies. They are at the landing place expecting you. Best not linger. We should reach Chemung by dusk.”

“My Indians are ready,” said I.

“Very well,” he said absently, and returned to his men, continuing his careful inspection.

As I passed the log bridge, I saw Dolly Glenn standing there with a frightened look on her face, but she paid no heed to me, and I went on still haunted by the girl’s expression.

A throng of people — civilians and soldiers — were at the landing. The redoubtable Mrs. Sabin was bustling about a batteau, terrorizing its crew and bullying the servants, who were stowing away her property. Looking about me, I finally