Colonel Johnson trusted them absolutely and they talked of striking out into the wilderness on a new expedition to see what lay ahead of the army.

Adrian Van Zoon, they learned definitely, had started for New York on the _Dirkhoeven_, and Robert felt relief.

Yet the lank lad, Peter, still followed him, and, as had been predicted truly, was his second self, although his first self did not know it.
He had been at Albany several days when he returned alone from the flats to the town late one evening.

At a dark turn in the road he heard a report, and a bullet whistled very near him.

It was followed quickly by a second report, but not by the whistling of any bullet.