“But not by a few people against so mighty a king.  I am afraid we shall all be made to suffer because of what has already been done against his majesty’s commands.”

If the people can prevent the use of stamps they can do very much more; but we won’t talk of such matters now.  It is enough that I have with me a friend with whom I can speak, and I must make the most of your company while you are here.”

“Then suppose you begin by telling me where you found the Indian?”

Walter gave his friend a detailed account of all that had happened since the two parted in the woods ten days previous, and concluded by showing him what progress had been made toward the erection of the mill.

Stephen was astonished because of the amount of work which had been performed, and said, laughingly,-

“Indeed, I begin to think Samuel Haines did you a favour when he made it necessary for you to hide in this place.  At the rate you have been labouring, the mill will be in working order within a month.”

“It would, for a certainty, if I had the necessary materials, which can only be procured with money.  I truly believe Sewatis and I could do very nearly the whole of the task.”

“There’s no question about it.  Shall you try to frame the building?”

“Yes, so far as to get the timbers hewn but we could not make shift to raise it without assistance, and what lumber we have in shape will not be hurt by seasoning, although I do not use it for two years.  Now let me show you where I propose to locate the road in order best to accommodate those living this side of Portsmouth.”

Stephen was more interested in the progress of Walter’s work than in the stirring events he had just been describing, and the remainder of the day was spent by the two young men in discussing every detail connected with the proposed mill.

Shortly before nightfall Sewatis returned to camp with a fine buck, and prepared the evening meal after his own fashion, which was certainly a fashion not to be despised.

It was Stephen’s intention to return to Portsmouth on the following morning, and the friends sat around the camp-fire until a late hour that evening.  Walter had many messages to send to his mother and Master McCleary, and if the messenger remembered them all his memory must have been prodigious.

Finally, the young men crept into the lean-to where Sewatis lay, apparently sleeping, and very shortly after they had stretched themselves out on the fragrant fir boughs their eyes were closed in slumber.

Then, if a spectator had been in the vicinity, would have been witnessed a singular scene.

Soon after the heavy breathing of the white men told that they were in the land of dreams, Sewatis rose to a sitting posture, listened intently, although nothing could be heard save the cries of the night-birds and the usual sounds of a forest when the mantle of darkness has fallen.