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A rass, fired at us froe as we passed, and the Oneida shook his rifle at hiame was up, and my mission as a spy in this country ended once and forever No chance now to hobnob with Johnson's Greens, no chance to approach St Leger and Haldimand Butler was here, and there could be no e happiness seized ed the Oneida to stop and let ive the Royal Greens a shot or two; but the wily chief refused; and he ise, for I should have known that the Sacandaganest of Johnson's foresters and painted savages
The heat was terrific in the eat poured fro soaked, flapping acrossalmost due west Far across the Vlaie I could see dark spotsthe Dead Water, and here and there a distant rifle gli as the sun struck it Now and then a faint shout was borne to our ears as we halted, dripping and panting in the birches to reconnoiter so under the October sun
We swa out presently into a rutty wagon-trail, which I knew ran south to Mayfield; but we dared not use it, so steered the dripping horse southeast, chancing rather to cross Frenchman's Creek, foureast and south, reaching the Broadalbin trail, or some safe road between Galway and Perth, or, if driven to it, a as a last resort
My face was burned deep red, and I was soaked from neck to heels, so that irl had sat her saddle while the horse swas only et As for the Oneida, his oiled and painted skin shed water like the plue of a duck Lord knoe left a trail broad and wet enough for even a Hessian to follow; and for that reason dared not halt north of Frenchrist-an to comprehend the full import of what had occurred since the day before, when I, with soul full of bitterness, had left Burke's Inn Was it only a day ago? By Heaven, it seemed a year since I had looked upon Elsin Grey! And what a change in fortune had come upon us in these two score hours! Free to wed now--if we dared accept the heart-broken testiirl--if we dared deny the perjured testiued with his fellow libertine, who, thank God, had at length learned soe that in all this war I had never laid a rifle level save at hih all these battle years, except the blood that now dried, clotting on my cheek-bone, where his shoulder-buckle had cut ht in the skirt ofa furrow across my instep; and the moccasin on that foot was stiff with blood