THE HAPPY ESCAPE The spirits of young Lennox rose to the zenith.

Although they were still grazing the edge of peril, he had supreme confidence in Tayoga and also in the fog.

It was a great fog, a thick fog, a kindly fog, and it had made possible their escape and the achievement of their mission.

Having held so long it would hold until they needed it no longer.
"Have they come any nearer, Tayoga ?" he asked.
"Jumonville is still giving orders, and sending the canoes somewhat at random.

He is not the leader Sharp Sword would be in an emergency, nor anything like it.