Willet, alone in a captured canoe, paddled swiftly up and down the line, seeing like a good commander what the losses and gains might be, and also for personal reasons peering anxiously through the dusk for something that he hoped to see.

Suddenly he uttered a low cry of pleasure.
"Ah, it is you, Robert!" he exclaimed.

"And you, Tayoga! And both unhurt!" "Yes, except for scratches," replied Robert.

"I think that Tayoga's Areskoui was, in very truth, watching over us, and watching well.

In the darkness and confusion all the bullets passed us by, but I was attacked at the boat's edge by a Frenchman, the one whom I saw in Albany, the one who I am quite sure is Achille Garay.