position of those for whom they were intended, were written out by me, and
despatched by messenger to General Schuyler at Albany; to
Brigadier-General Herkimer near the Little Falls; to Colonel Campbell at
Cherry Valley; and to my old comrade Peter Gansevoort, now a full colonel,
and since April the commandant at Fort Stanwix. Upon him the first brunt
of the coming invasion would fall. He had under him only five hundred
men--the Third New York Continentals--and I took it upon myself to urge
now upon General Schuyler that more should be speeded to him.

This work finally cleared away, and all done that was proper until the
military head of Tryon County, Brigadier Herkimer, should take action,
there was time to remember my own affairs. It had been resolved that no
word of what we had learned should be made public. The haying had begun,
and a panic now would work only disaster by interfering with this most
important harvest a day sooner than need be. There was no longer any
question of keeping Enoch in prison, but there was a real fear that if he
were set at large he might reveal his secret. Hence John Frey suggested
that I keep him under my eye, and this jumped with my inclination.

Accordingly, when the noon-day heat was somewhat abated, we set out down
the Valley road toward the Cedars. There was no horse for him, but he
walked with the spring and tirelessness of a grey-hound, his hand on the
pommel of my saddle. The four soldiers who had come down from Johnstown
followed in our rear, keeping under the shade where they could, and
picking berries by the way.

The mysterious letter from Philip to his deserted wife lay heavily upon my
thoughts. I could not ask Enoch if he knew its contents--which it turned
out he did not--but I was unable to keep my mind from speculating
upon them.