“Who are you?” a voice demanded sharply, and a young man in a fine uniform stood up in front of the fire.  The hunter’s quick and penetrating look noted that he was tall, built well, and that his face was frank and open.

“My name is David Willet,” he replied, “and I am sometimes called by my friends, the Iroquois, the Great Bear.  Behind me in the woods are three comrades, young Robert Lennox, of New York and Albany; Tayoga, a young warrior of the clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the great League of the Hodenosaunee, and the famous hunter and border fighter, of whom everybody has heard, Captain Jack, Black Hunter, or Black Rifle as he has been called variously.”

“I know the name,” replied the young man, “and yours too, Mr. Willet.  My own is Colden, James Colden of Philadelphia, and I am in command of this troop, sent to guard the farthest settlements against the French and Indians.  Will you call your comrades, Mr. Willet?  All of you are welcome.”

The hunter whistled again, and Robert, Tayoga and Black Rifle, advancing from the forest, came within the area of half light cast by the glow from the coals, young Captain Colden watching them with the most intense curiosity as they approached.  And well he might feel surprise.  All, even Robert, wore the dress of the wilderness, and their appearance at such a time was uncommon and striking.  Most of the soldiers had been awakened by the voices, and were sitting up, rubbing sleepy eyes.  Robert saw at once that they were city men, singularly out of place in the vast forest and the darkness.

“We welcome you to our camp,” said young Captain Colden, with dignity.  “If you are hungry we have food, and if you are without blankets we can furnish them to you.”

Willet and Tayoga looked at Robert and he knew they expected him to fill his usual role of spokesman.  The words rushed to his lips, but they were held there by embarrassment.  The soldiers who had been awakened were already going back to sleep.  Captain Colden sat down on a log and waited for them to state their wants.  Then Robert spoke, knowing they could not afford to delay.

“We thank you, Captain Colden,” he said, “for the offer of supper and bed, but I must say to you, sir, that it’s no time for either.”

“I don’t take your meaning, Mr. Lennox.”

“Tayoga, Mr. Willet and Black Rifle, are the best scouts in the wilderness, and before sunset they saw smoke on the horizon.  Then they saw smoke answering smoke, and Black Rifle has seen more.  The French and Indians, sir, are in the forest, and they’re led, too, by Frenchmen.”

Young James Colden was a brave man, and his eyes glittered.

“We ask nothing better than to meet ’em,” he said, “At the first breath of dawn we’ll march against ’em, if your friends will only be so good as to show us the way.”

“It’s not a matter of waiting until dawn, nor even of going to meet ’em.  They’ll bring the battle to us.  You and your force, Captain Colden, are surrounded already.”