It was the glimpse of cannon and levelled bayonets that bewildered him; and his bawling charge sheered wide o’ the shabby Continental battle-line, through which we galloped into safety, our Indian sticking to my crupper like a tree-cat with every claw. And I remember still the grim laughter that greeted us from those unshaven, powder-blackened ranks, and how they laughed, too, as they fired by platoons at the far glimmer of Simcoe’s helmets through the chestnut trees.

And in the meantime, all the while, even from the very first evening when we off-saddled in the rocky Westchester woods and made our first flying-camp, I had become uneasy concerning the Siwanois — uncertain concerning his loyalty to the very verge of suspicion.

I said nothing of this to Lieutenant Boyd,