Corinne’s eyes were bright with eager interest.

Ah, Colin! is that truly so?  And how came that about?  You travelling with an English Ranger!”

“Yes, truly, and we owe our lives to his valour and protection.  It is strange how Dame Fortune has thrown us across each other’s path times and again during these past few short years.  First, he saved us from attack in the forest.  You need not that I should tell you more of that, Corinne.  Afterwards, some few of us from Ticonderoga saved the lives of him and of a few other Rangers who had fallen into the hands of the Indians after that defeat at Fort William Henry, which had scattered them far and wide.  We felt such shame at the way our Indian allies had behaved, and at the little protection given to the prisoners of war by our Canadian troops, that we were glad to show kindness and hospitality to the wanderers, Rangers though they were; and when I recognized Fritz, I was the more glad.  He was wounded and ill, and we nursed him to health ere we sent him away.  After that it was long before we met again, and then he came to our succour when we were in the same peril from Indians as he had been himself the year before.”

“From Indians?  O brother!” and Corinne shuddered, for she had that horror of the red-skinned race which comes to those who have seen and heard of their cruelties and treachery from those who have dwelt amongst them.

“Yes, you must know, Corinne, that in the west, where our uncle goes with the word of life and truth, the Indians are already wavering, and are disposed to return to their past friendship with the English.  They are wonderfully cunning and far-seeing.  They seem to have that same instinct as men say that rats possess, and are eager to leave the sinking ship, or to join themselves to the winning side, whichever way you like to put it.  Since we have seen misfortune they have begun to change towards us.  We cannot trust them out in the west.  They are becoming sullen, if not hostile.  A very little and they will turn upon us with savage fury—­at least if they are not withheld from it by the English themselves.”

Corinne’s cheek flushed; she flung back her head with an indescribable gesture.

“And I believe the English will withhold them.  To our shame be it spoken, the French have made use of them.  They have stooped to a warfare which makes civilized man shudder with horror.  England will not use such methods; I am sure of it, And she will prosper where we have failed; for God in the heavens rules the nations upon earth, and He will not suffer such wickedness to continue forever.  If France in the west falls, she falls rather by her own act than by that of her foes.”