“Indeed we do,” she said, laughing, “provided that my husband’s regiment remains. As soon as we understood that they had not been ordered into the Indian country we packed our boxes and came up by batteau last night. The news about my husband’s regiment is true, is it not?”

“Colonel Gansevoort’s regiment is not to join General Sullivan, but is to be held to guard the Valley. I had the news yesterday for certain.”

“What luck!” said Boyd, his handsome eyes fixed on Lana Helmer, who shot at him a glance as daring. And it made me uneasy to see she meant to play coquette with such a man as Boyd; and I remembered her high spirits and bright daring at the somewhat loose gatherings at Guy Park, where every evening too much wine was