“All men are not so fashioned. Can you not believe me?”

“You say so, sir.”

“Yes; and I say that I am not.”

“Birds sing.”

“Lois, will you let me aid you?”

“In what? The Sagamore feeds me; and the Middle Fort is not so far.”

“And at the Middle Fort how will you live?”

“As I have lived; wash for the soldiers; sew for them — contrive to find a living as I journey.”

“Whither?”

“It is my own affair.”