"By George, what do you suppose it means ?" He hurried down the ridge, the others close behind him.

Fifteen minutes later they trailed out into the open near the Post.

A strange change had occurred since Rod and his companions had last seen Wabinosh House.

In the open half a dozen rude log shelters had been erected, and about these were scores of soldiers in the uniform of his Majesty, the King of England.

Shouts of greeting died on the hunters' lips.