but of
their brother's rights?

* * * * *

The next second he was wondering what was doing at St. Peter's Port or
London. It would be noon there. Were the good brothers and sister
thinking of "Master Isaac" at that moment? Then, swifter than light, he
was at Niagara, and the bowed figure of a woman at a porch, with pale,
upturned face, who that morning had bade him a silent farewell, rose
before him--surely it was years ago--the woman to whom he was betrothed.
Then, in a flash, he turned to see some wavering figures around him,
some of his own men--not a few wounded--who faltered and shrank from the
screaming buckshot, and dropped to the rear.

The soldier awoke.

"This is the first time," he shouted, "I have ever seen the 49th turn
their backs! Surely the heroes of Egmont will never tarnish their
record!"

* * * * *

The rebuke stung. The panting ranks closed up.

[Illustration: DEATH OF ISAAC BROCK]

CHAPTER XXX.

THE DEATH OF ISAAC BROCK.

At this moment Colonel Macdonell, excited and eager to participate,
reached the foot of the mountain at the head of the supports for which
the General had despatched him. These consisted of about thirty of
Heward's flank company of militia and thirty of the 49th--almost
breathless and much exhausted, having run most of the way. Brock's small
force--those actually at his side--were Chisholm's and Cameron's
companies of the Toronto and York volunteers--a mere handful of perhaps
eighty all told. These, together with Macdonell's men, who were at the
foot of the hill on the right, now numbered less than 190 of all ranks.

For an instant there was a pause. Brock spoke hurriedly to his aide.

"If Williams and Macdonell can but outflank the Americans on the summit
and scale the mountain in rear of the redan on the right, nothing can
prevent our driving them out. Our place is here."

"But, General," interposed his aide, who worshipped his commanding
officer, "I pray you, let me lead, or at least do take proper
precautions. If you are wounded, think what may befall us."

"Master Glegg," hurriedly replied Brock, "I must remain at the head of
these men. Duty and desire compel me. Should I fall, there are others
not less competent."

A half smile, a touch of the arm, and the two men separated. A long
separation.

* * * * *

Deceived by the scarlet uniforms of the militia f