Part 4 (1/2)

”I happened to be a prisoner, Mr. Dobbs. I escaped a day or two later.

But here are with me young officers of ours who were in the attack.

Several of them felt the sting of French bullets on that day, so when they tell you what happened they know what they're talking about. Their reports don't come from their cousins, but are the product of their own eyes and ears. Peace, Mr. Dobbs! I've the floor, or rather the chair, and I must tell the facts. We were defeated at Ticonderoga, it's true, but we were not cut to pieces. Our generals failed to bring up our artillery. They underrated the French. They went with rifles, muskets and bayonets alone against breastworks, defended by a valiant foe, for the French are valiant, and they paid the price. But our army is in existence and it's as brave as ever. Albany is in no danger. Don't be alarmed.”

”You're but a boy. You don't know,” growled Dobbs.

”Peace, Mr. Dobbs! Give us peace. A boy who has seen may know better than a man who has not seen. I tell you once again, friends, that the Marquis de Montcalm will not appear before Albany. It's a long way from Ticonderoga to this city, too long a road for the French army to travel.

Wise men are not packing for flight to New York. Wise men are staying right here.”

”Hear! Hear!” exclaimed the Virginians and Philadelphians and Grosvenor, and ”Hear! Hear!” was repeated from the crowd. Dobbs' red face grew redder, but now he was silent.

”My friends,” continued Robert in his golden persuasive tones, ”you're not afraid, you're all brave men, but you must guard against panic.

Experience tells you that rumor is irresponsible, that, as it spreads, it grows. We're going to learn from our defeat. The French are as near to Albany as they'll ever come. The war is not going to move southward.

Its progress instead will be toward Quebec. Remember that panic is always a bad counselor; but that courage is ever a good one. Things are never as bad as they look.”

”Hear! Hear!” exclaimed his young comrades again, and the echoes from the crowd were more numerous than before. The teamster began to draw back and presently slipped out of the door. Then Robert sat down amid great applause, blus.h.i.+ng somewhat because he had been carried away by his feelings and apologizing to the others for making himself conspicuous.

”Nothing to apologize for,” exclaimed Cabell. ”'Twas well done, a good speech at the right time. You've the gift of oratory, Lennox. You should come to Virginia to live, after we've defeated the French. Our province is devoted to oratory. You've the gift of golden speech, and the people will follow you.”

”I'm afraid I've made an enemy of that man, Dobbs,” said Robert, ”and I had enemies enough already.”

His mind went back to the slaver and Garay, and he was troubled.

”We've had our little triumph here, thanks to Lennox,” said Colden, ”and it seems to me now that we've about exhausted the possibilities of the George. Besides, the air is getting thick. Let's go outside.”

Grosvenor paid the score and they departed, a cheer following them. Here were young officers who had fought well, and the men in the George were willing to show respect.

”I think I'd better return to camp now,” said Grosvenor.

”We'll go with you,” said Colden, speaking for the Pennsylvanians.

”Stuart and I are detached for the present,” said Cabell. ”We secured a transfer from our command in Virginia, and we're hoping for commissions in the Royal Americans, and more active service, since the whole tide of war seems to have s.h.i.+fted to the north rather than the west.”

”The Royal Americans are fine men,” said Robert. ”Though raised in the colonies, they rank with the British regulars. I had a good friend in one of the regiments, Edward Charteris, of New York, but he was taken at Ticonderoga. I saw the French bring him in a prisoner. I suppose they're holding him in Quebec now.”

”Then we'll rescue him when we take Quebec,” said Stuart valiantly.

The friends separated with promises to meet again soon and to see much of one another while they were in Albany, Grosvenor and the Pennsylvanians continuing to the camp, Cabell and Stuart turning back to the George for quarters, and Robert and Tayoga going toward the house of Mynheer Jacobus Huysman. But before they reached it young Lennox suggested that they turn toward the river.

”It is well to do so,” said the Onondaga. ”I think that Dagaeoga wishes to look there for a s.h.i.+p.”

”That's in my mind, Tayoga, and yet I wouldn't know the vessel I'm looking for if I saw her.”

”She will be commanded by the man whom we saw in the inn, the one with whom Dagaeoga talked.”

”I've no doubt of it, Tayoga. Nothing escapes your notice.”

”What are eyes for if not to see! And it is a time for all to watch; especially, it is a time for Dagaeoga to watch with his eyes, his ears and all his senses.”