"But tell me the facts, Mr. Lennox. I judge by your face
that events of grave importance have occurred."
"Captain Colden, far east of this point, was attacked by a strong
force of French and Indians under the renowned partisan leader,
St. Luc. Tayoga, David Willet, the hunter, the famous ranger Black
Rifle and I were able to warn him and give him some help, but even
then we should have been overborne and destroyed had not a Mohawk
chief, Daganoweda, and a formidable band come to our aid. United, we
defeated St. Luc and drove him northward. Captain Colden lost several
of his men, but with the rest he is now marching to the junction with
you."
Wilton's face turned gray, but in a moment or two his eyes brightened.
"Then a special Providence has been watching over us," he said. "We
haven't seen or heard of an Indian."
His tone was one of mingled relief and humor, and Robert could not
keep from laughing.
"At all events," he said, "you are safe for the present. I'll remain
with you while Tayoga goes back for Captain Colden."
"If you'll be so good," said Wilton, who did not forget his manners,
despite the circumstances. "I've begun to feel that we have more eyes,
or at least better ones, with you among us.
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