upon the shoulder. The Indian opened his eyes and looked around.

"Come, Pete, it's time we were away."

"Where, Dane?"

"Down to the Fort."

"Geeve up white woman, eh?"

"Give her up? No," Dane savagely replied. "I'll never give her up.
But don't ask me any more questions now."

In a few minutes they were on their way, wind and tide being
favourable. They had gone but a mile, when rounding a bend a big camp
fire upon the shore attracted their attention. People were moving
about, and these Dane surmised were the Loyalists Captain Leavitt had
mentioned who were following in open boats. Some were seated before
the fire in a most dejected manner. The cries of children reached him,
accompanied by women's soothing words. Dane had no desire to stop, for
his own trouble was all that he could now endure. So on the canoe
sped, past the forlorn exiles, and forward to the Fort beyond.




CHAPTER XVI

UNDER COVER OF NIGHT