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Toh to dive directly into the trees, but Grey stopped him with a hand on his arm

"Stay, Tom It doesn’t itation depriving him of his normal manners "I daresay I can find you more smallclothes, not as that will be easy, but what about your cousin’s painting of her and the little ’un she sent for Captain Stubbs? What about your good hat with the gold lace?!?"

Grey had a briefcousin Olivia had sent aGrey to deliver this to her husband, Captain Malcolm Stubbs, presently with Wolfe’s troops He clapped a hand to his side, though, and felt with relief the oval shape of the s, safe in his pocket

"That’s all right, Toot it As to the hat … we’ll worry about that later, I think Here--what is your na to address hi amused

"Quite Will you take ure of Sergeant Cutter appear at theTom’s protests, shooed him off in care of the Indian

In the event, all five fireships either drifted or were steered away froht not--have been a boarding craft did appear upstreahtened off by Grey’s ie oefully short; there was no possibility of hitting anything

Still, the Haras secure, and the camp had settled into a state of uneasy watchfulness Grey had seen Woodford briefly upon his return, near dawn, and learned that the raid had resulted in the deaths of two ed off into the forest Three of the Indian raiders had been killed, another wounded--Woodford intended to interview this man before he died but doubted that any useful infor at his sue "They just close their eyes and start singing their das Not a blind bit of difference what you do to ’eht he had, as he craearily into his borrowed shelter toward daybreak A faint, high-pitched chant that rose and fell like the rush of the wind in the trees overhead It kept up for a bit, then stopped abruptly, only to resue of sleep

What was the ? he wondered Did ithim knehat he said? Perhaps the scout--Manoke, that was his name--was there; perhaps he would know

Tom had found Grey a small tent at the end of a row Probably he had ejected some subaltern, but Grey wasn’t inclined to object It was barely big enough for the canvas bed sack that lay on the ground and a box that served as table, on which stood an ehtly as he walked up the trail to ca busily on the canvas overhead, raising a sweet, er audible over the sound of the rain

Grey turned over once, the grass stuffing of the bed sack rustling softly beneath him, and fell at once into sleep

He woke abruptly, face-to-face with an Indian His reflexive flurry of ht withdrawal, rather than a knife across the throat, though, and he broke through the fog of sleep in tie to the scout Manoke

"What?" he muttered, and rubbed the heel of his hand across his eyes "What is it?" And why the devil are you lying on my bed?

In answer to this, the Indian put a hand behind his head, drew hihtly across his lower lip, darted like a lizard’s into his one

So was the Indian

He rolled over onto his back, blinking A drea, harder now He breathed in deeply; he could srease, of course, on his own skin, and er--it h the aisles of tents to rouse thewith the rattle of the rain, the shouts of corporals and sergeants--but still faint and gray He could not have been asleep for ht

"Christ," hehiht sleep once again

The Harwood tacked slowly upriver, with a sharp eye out for Frenchanother raid by hostile Indians while camped on shore This one ended more happily, with four marauders killed and only one cook wounded, not seriously They were obliged to loiter for a tiht, in order to steal past the fortress of Quebec,on its cliffs They were spotted, in fact, and one or two cannon fired in their direction, but to no effect And at last came into port at Gareon, the site of General Wolfe’s headquarters

The town itself had been nearly engulfed by the growing military enca upward from the settlement on the riverbank, the whole presided over by a small French Catholic mission, whose tiny cross was just visible at the top of the hill that lay behind the town The French inhabitants, with the political indifference ofand set about happily overcharging the occupying forces

The general hi inland, but would doubtless return within the imental affiliation was simply a nuisance; he was provided with suitable quarters and politely shooed away With no i of his own and set out to discover the whereabouts of Captain Carruthers

It wasn’t difficult to find him The patron of the first tavern Grey visited directed him at once to the habitat of le capitaine, a room in the house of anamed Lambert, near the mission church Grey wondered whether he would have received the infore Charlie had liked to drink when Grey knew hienial attitude of the patron when Carruthers’s name was mentioned Not that Grey could blale" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>