“You are now an ensign,” he said, “and, if you go into any more fights before your regiment arrives, you must, Mr. Wilks said, get a proper uniform made for you, and fight as a king’s officer.  I send you a copy of the gazette, where you will see your name.”

Mr. Wilks’s letter was a long one.

“I felt horribly guilty, dear Jim,” he said, “when the news came of Braddock’s dreadful defeat.  I could hardly look your dear mother in the face, and, though the kind lady would not, I know, say a word to hurt my feelings for the world, yet I could see that she regarded me as a monster, for it was on my advice that, instead of coming home when you got your discharge, you remained out there and took part in this unfortunate expedition.  I could see Aggie felt the same, and, though I did my best to keep up their spirits, I had a terrible time of it until your letter arrived, saying you were safe.  If it had not come, I do believe that I should have gone quietly off to Exeter, hunted up my box again, and hired a boy to push it for me, for I am not so strong as I was.  But I would rather have tramped about, for the rest of my life, than remain there under your mother’s reproachful eye.  However, thank God you came through it all right, and, after such a lesson, I should hope that we shall never have repetition of such a disaster as that.  As an old soldier, I cannot agree with what you say about the uselessness of drill, even for fighting in a forest.  It must accustom men to listen to the voice of their officers, and to obey orders promptly and quickly, and I cannot but think that, if the troops had gone forward at a brisk double, they would have driven the Indians before them.  As to the whooping and yells you talk so much about, I should think nothing of them; they are no more to be regarded than the shrieks of women, or the braying of donkeys.”

James smiled as he read this, and thought that, if the old soldier had heard that chaos of blood-curdling cries break out, in the still depth of the forest, he would not write of them with such equanimity.

“You will have heard, from the squire, that you are gazetted to Otway’s regiment which, with others, is to cross the Atlantic in a few weeks, when it is generally supposed war will be formally declared.  Your experience will be of great use to you, and ought to get you a good staff appointment.  I expect that, in the course of a year, there will be fighting on a large scale on your side of the water, and the English ought to get the best of it, for France seems, at present, to be thinking a great deal more of her affairs in Europe than of her colonies in America.  So much the better, for, if we can take Canada, we shall strike a heavy blow to her trade, and some day North America is going to be an important place in the world.”

The letters had been lying there several weeks, and James knew that Otway’s regiment had, with the others, arrived a few days before, and had already marched for Albany.  Thinking himself entitled to a little rest, after his labours, he remained for another week in New York, while his uniform was being made, and then took a passage in a trading boat up to Albany.