We ask the surrender of your little fort, and of your little garrison, which we freely admit has defended itself most gallantly.

It's not necessary for us to make an assault.

You're deep in the wilderness, we can hold you here all winter, and help cannot possibly come to you.

We guarantee you good treatment in Canada, where you will be held until the war is over." Young Colden smiled.

They were standing before the single gate in the palisade, and he looked back at the solid buildings, erected by the hands of his own men, with the comfortable smoke curling up against the cold sky.