He gazed at them steadily
with bright blue eyes, and both the first lieutenant and the second
lieutenant of the Quaker troop saw that he was no common person.
"Who are you?" repeated William Wilton, who was the first lieutenant.
"Who are you?" repeated Hugh Carson, who was the second lieutenant.
"My name is Robert Lennox," replied the young stranger in a mellow
voice of amazing quality, "and you, I suppose, are Lieutenant William
Wilton, the commander of this little troop."
He spoke directly to the first lieutenant, who replied, impressed as
much by the youth's voice as he was by his appearance:
"Yes, such is my name. But how did you know it? I don't recall ever
having met you before, which doubtless is my loss."
"I heard it from an associate of yours, your chief in command, Captain
James Colden, and I am here with a message from him."
"And so Colden is coming up? Well, we beat him to the place of
meeting. We've triumphed with ease over the hardships of the
wilderness." "Yes, you arrived first, but he was delayed by a matter
of importance, a problem that had to be solved before he could resume
his march."
"You speak in riddles, sir.
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