France will I fight till she is overthrown. I have sworn it. Seek
not to turn me from my purpose. I will fight, and fight, and fight
till I see her lying in the dust, and till I have met mine enemy
face to face and have set my foot upon his neck. God has heard my
vow; He will fight for me till it be fulfilled."



Chapter 2: Friends In Need.


It was not to be surprised at that, after that terrible day and
night, Charles should awake from the restless sleep into which he
had dropped towards dawn in a state of high fever.

He lay raving in delirium for three days, whilst Humphrey sat
beside him, putting water to his parched lips, striving to soothe
and quiet him; often shuddering with horror as he seemed to see
again with his brother's eyes those horrid scenes upon which the
fevered man's fancy ever dwelt; waking sometimes at night in a
sweat of terror, thinking he heard the Indian war whoop echoing
through the forest.

Those were terrible days for Humphrey--days of a loneliness that
was beyond anything he had experienced before. His brother was near
him in the flesh, but severed from him by a whole world of fevered
imaginings. Sometimes Humphrey found it in his heart to wish that
the Indians would come back and make a final end of them both. All
hope and zest and joy in life seemed to have been taken from him at
one blow. He could neither think of the happy past without pangs of