If we're swept away here, both the French and the Indians will pour down in a flood from Canada upon the Province of New York." Robert did not hear this talk, as he was seeking in the ranger camp the repose that he needed so badly.

He had brought with him some remnants of food and the great buffalo robe that Tayoga had secured for him with so much danger from the Indian village.

Now he put down the robe, heaved a mighty sigh of relief and said to the Onondaga: "I'm proud of myself as a carrier, Tayoga, but I think I've had enough.

I'm glad the trail has ended squarely against the deep waters of Lake Champlain." "And yet, Dagaeoga, it is a fine robe." "So it is.

I should be the last to deny it, but now that we're with the rangers I mean to carry nothing but my arms and ammunition.