"If my calculations be correct we can reach Mount Johnson in four days, and I don't think we're likely to cross the trail of an enemy, unless St.Luc is making some daring expedition." "In any event, he's a nobler foe than De Courcelles or Jumonville," said Robert.
"I grant you that, readily," said the hunter.

"Still, I don't think we're likely to encounter him on our way to Mount Johnson." But on the second day they did cross a trail which they attributed to a hostile force.

It contained, however, no white footsteps, and not pausing to investigate, they continued their course toward their destination.

As all the snow was now gone, and the earth was drying fast, they were able almost to double their speed and they pressed forward, eager to see the celebrated Colonel William Johnson, who was now filling and who was destined to fill for so long a time so large a place in the affairs of North America..