Whatever the issue of the war the Mohawks will not regain their own." The others were silent, not knowing what to say.

A little later a tall, lank youth to whom Charteris gave a warm welcome met them.
"Been taking a look at the town, Leftenant ?" he said.
"Aye, Zeb," replied Charteris.

"I've been showing it to some friends of mine who, however, have seen it before, though not under the same conditions.

These gentlemen are David Willet, Robert Lennox and Tayoga, the Onondaga, and this is Zebedee Crane,[B] a wonderful scout to whom I owe my escape from Quebec." Willet seized the lank lad's hand and gave it a warm grasp.
"I've heard of you, Zeb Crane," he said.

"You're from the Mohawk Valley and you're one of the best scouts and trailers in the whole Province of New York, or anywhere, for that matter." "And I've heard uv all three uv you," said the boy, looking at them appreciatively.