A few days of rather laborious travel—­for the snow was soft—­and Crown Point lay before them.  They had left the lake some time before, skirting round Roger’s Rock, and thus making a cut across country, and missing the perils of passing Ticonderoga.

“We will take that in returning,” said Rogers; “but we will not risk being seen on our way down, else they might be upon the alert for our return.  We will arrange a pleasant surprise for them.”

The way was laborious now, for they had to climb hills which gave them a good view over the fortifications of Crown Point; but this elevation once safely attained, without any further molestation from Indians, they were able to make a complete survey of the fortifications; and Stark made some excellent plans and drawings, which gave a fine idea of the place.

So far all had been peaceful; but the Rangers were not wont to come and go and leave no trace.  There were outlying farms around the fortifications, and comings and goings between the French soldiers and peasants.

“We will stop these supplies,” said Rogers, with a sardonic smile; “the French shall learn to be as careful of their flour as we have to be!”

And carefully laying an ambush in the early grey of a winter’s morning, he sprang suddenly out upon a train of wagons wending their way to the fortifications.

The drivers, scared and terrified, jumped from their places, and ran screaming into the defences, whence soldiers came rushing out, sword in hand, but only to find the wagons in flames, the horses driven off to the forest, and the barns and farmsteads behind burning.

It was a savage sort of warfare, but it was the work of the Rangers to repay ferocity in kind, and to leave behind them dread tokens of the visits they paid.

Whilst the terrified inhabitants and the angry soldiers were striving to extinguish the flames, and vituperating Rogers and his company, these bold Rangers themselves were fleeing down the lake as fast as snowshoes could take them, full of satisfaction at the havoc they had wrought, and intent upon leaving their mark at Ticonderoga before they passed on to Fort William Henry.

Guarded as it was by fortifications and surrounded by Indian spies, Rogers and his men approached it cautiously, yet without fear; for they knew every inch of the ground, and they were so expert in all woodcraft and strategic arts that they could lie hidden in brushwood within speaking distance of the foe, yet not betray their presence by so much as the crackle of a twig.

It was night when they neared the silent fort.  A dying moon gave faint light.  The advancing party glided like ghosts along the opposite bank.  A sentry here and there tramped steadily.  The Rangers could hear the exchange of salute and the rattle of a grounded musket.  But no sign did they make of their presence.  They kept close in the black shadow, and halted in a cavern-like spot well known to them from intimate acquaintance.