officers all finely mounted and cantering ahead, swords drawn.

A few moments later, General Sullivan passed along our front on horseback, and drew bridle for a moment where Boyd and I were standing at salute.

“Now is your opportunity, young gentlemen,” he said in a low voice. “If you would gain Catharines-town and destroy Amochol before we drive this motley Tory army headlong through it, you should start immediately. And have a care; Butler’s entire army and Brant’s Mohawks are now intrenched in front of us; and it is a pitched battle we’re facing — God be thanked!”

He spurred forward with a friendly gesture toward us, as we saluted; and his staff officers followed him at a canter while our riflemen turned