“They are getting ready to move,” whispered the Onondaga.  “The Frenchman and the band will march northward.”

“And not back to Duquesne?” said Willet.  “What makes you think so, Tayoga?”

“What is left for them to do at Duquesne?  It will be many a day before the English and Americans come against it again.”

“That, alas, is true, Tayoga.  They’re not needed longer here, nor are we.  They’ve put out their fire, and now they’re off toward the north, just as you said they would be.  Tandakora and De Courcelles lead, marching side by side.  A pretty pair, well met here in the forest.  Now, I wish I knew where they were going!”

“Can’t the Great Bear guess?” said the Onondaga.

“No, Tayoga.  How should I?”

“Doesn’t Great Bear remember the fort in the forest, the one called Refuge?”

“Of course I do, Tayoga!  And the brave lads, Colden and Wilton and Carson and their comrades who defended it so long and so well.  That’s the most likely point of attack, and now, since Braddock’s army is destroyed it’s too far in the wilderness, too exposed, and should be abandoned.  Suppose we carry a warning!”

Robert’s eyes glistened.  The idea made a strong appeal to him.  He had mellow memories of those Philadelphia lads, and it would be pleasant to see them again.  The three, in bearing the alarm, might achieve, too, a task that would lighten, in a measure, the terror along the border.  It would be a relief at least to do something while the government disagreed and delayed.

“Let’s start at once for Fort Refuge,” he said, “and help them to get away before the storm breaks.  What do you say, Tayoga?”

“It is what we ought to do,” replied the Onondaga, in his precise English of the schools.

“Come,” said Willet, leading the way, and the three, leaving the fire behind them, marched rapidly into the north and east.  Two miles gone, and they stopped to study the sun, by which they meant to take their reckoning.

“The fort lies there,” said Willet, pointing a long finger, “and by my calculations it will take us about five days and nights to reach it, that is, if nothing gets in our way.”

“You think, then,” asked Robert, “that the French and Indians are already spreading a net?”

“The Indians might stop, Robert, my lad, to exult over their victory and to celebrate it with songs and dances, but the French leaders, whose influence with them is now overwhelming, will push them on.  They will want to reap all the fruits of their great triumph by the river.  I’ve often told you about the quality of the French and you’ve seen for yourself.  Ligneris, Contrecoeur, De Courcelles, St. Luc and the others will flame like torches along the border.”

“And St. Luc will be the most daring, skillful and energetic of them all.”

“It’s a fact that all three of us know, Robert, and now, having fixed our course, we must push ahead with all speed.  De Courcelles, Tandakora and the warriors are on the march, too, and we may see them again before we see Fort Refuge.”