“That he has, though on a different path.  As for authority, I suppose the Corporal has now a right to command what’s left of the 55th; though a small and worried, not to say frightened, party it is.  But, if anything needs to be done, the chances are greatly in favor of my being called on to do it.  I suppose, however, we have only to bury our dead; set fire to the block and the huts, for they stand in the inimy’s territory by position, if not by law, and must not be left for their convenience.  Our using them again is out of the question; for, now the Frenchers know where the island is to be found, it would be like thrusting the hand into a wolf-trap with our eyes wide open.  This part of the work the Sarpent and I will see to, for we are as practysed in retreats as in advances.”

“All that is very well, my good friend.  And now for my poor brother-in-law:  though he is a soldier, we cannot let him slip without a word of consolation and a leave-taking, in my judgment.  This has been an unlucky affair on every tack; though I suppose it is what one had a right to expect, considering the state of the times and the nature of the navigation.  We must make the best of it, and try to help the worthy man to unmoor, without straining his messengers.  Death is a circumstance, after all, Master Pathfinder, and one of a very general character too, seeing that we must all submit to it, sooner or later.”

“You say truth, you say truth; and for that reason I hold it to be wise to be always ready.  I’ve often thought, Saltwater, that he is the happiest who has the least to leave behind him when the summons comes.  Now, here am I, a hunter and a scout and a guide, although I do not own a foot of land on ’arth, yet do I enjoy and possess more than the great Albany Patroon.  With the heavens over my head to keep me in mind of the last great hunt, and the dried leaves beneath my feet, I tramp over the ground as freely as if I was its lord and owner; and what more need heart desire?  I do not say that I love nothing that belongs to ’arth; for I do, though not much, unless it might be Mabel Dunham, that I can’t carry with me.  I have some pups at the higher fort that I vally considerable, though they are too noisy for warfare, and so we are compelled to live separate for awhile; and then I think it would grieve me to part with Killdeer; but I see no reason why we should not be buried in the same grave, for we are as near as can be of the same length —­ six feet to a hair’s breadth; but, bating these, and a pipe that the Sarpent gave me, and a few tokens received from travellers, all of which might be put in a pouch and laid under my head, when the order comes to march I shall be ready at a minute’s warning; and, let me tell you, Master Cap, that’s what I call a circumstance too.”