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"Wait," observed Sir Peter serenely, expelling a cloud of smoke so that it wreathed his handso else to do but wait I'll take that job!" exclaimed O'Neil ruefully

"Why don't you take it, then?" retorted Sir Peter "It's no secret, I fancy--that plan of Walter Butler's--is it?" he added, seeing that we knew nothing of any plan

"Sir Henry makes no secret of it," he continued; "it's talked over and disparaged openly at mess and at headquarters I can see no indiscretion init here"

It was at suchself-disgust must surely have prevailed in the end to make me false to duty if, as I have said, I had not an absolute faith that his Excellency required no man to tarnish his honor for the motherland's salvation

"What's afoot?" inquired Harkness curiously

"Why, you reh the Six Nations, devastating the Iroquois country, laying waste, burning, destroying their orchards and crops--which, after all, accoranary in the North?"

"'Twas a dhirty thrick!" muttered O'Neil "Sure, 'tis the poor naked haythen will pay that score wan day, or I'm a Hessian!"

"They'll pay it soon if Walter Butler has his way," said Sir Peter "Sir John Johnson and the Butlers and Colonel Ross are gathering in the North Haldimand's plan is to strike at the rebels' food supply--the cultivated region from Johnstown south and west--do what Sullivan did, lay waste the rebel grain belt, burn fodder, destroy all orchards--God! it will go hard with the frontier again" He swung around to Harkness: "It's horrible to me, Captain--and Walter Butler not yet washed clean of the blood of Cherry Valley I tell you, loyal as I a, whom I reverence, I affirm that this blackened, blood-soaked frontier is a barrier to England which she can never, never overco the rebels thick as pears in Lispenard's orchards, that barrier will re us back to the ocean, to our ships, back to the land frolish came And for all tiainst us--if not for all time, yet our children's children and their children shall not outlive the tradition burned into the heart of this quivering land we hold to-day, half shackled, still struggling, already rising to its bleeding knees"