n either side, and soon reached the group at
the wall.

"How in the world did YOU get here?" cried Ranald to Harry; then,
looking about him, cried: "Where is LeNware? I heard he was being killed
by the Gatineaus, and I got a few of our men and came along."

"LeNware? That is our Canadian friend, I suppose," said the lieutenant.
"He was here a while ago. By Jove! There he is."

Surrounded by a crowd of the Gatineaus, LeNoir, for he was the leader of
the Ottawas, was being battered about and like to be killed.

"Glengarry!" cried Ranald, and like a lion he leaped upon them, followed
by Yankee and the others. Right and left he hurled the crowd aside, and
seizing LeNoir, brought him out to his own men.

"Who are you?" gasped LeNoir. "Why, no, it ees not possible. Yes, it is
Yankee for sure! And de Macdonald gang, but"--turning to Ranald--"who
are YOU?" he said again.

"Never mind," said Ranald, shortly, "let us get away now, quick! Go on,
Yankee."

At once, with Yankee leading, the Glengarry men marched off the field of
battle bearing with them the rescued party. There was no time to lose.
The enemy far outnumbered them, and would soon return to the attack.

"But how did you know we were in trouble, Ranald?" said Harry as he
marched along.

"I didn't know anything about you," said Ranald. "Some one came and said
that the bully of the Ottawa was being killed, so I came along."

"And just in time, by Jove!" said the lieutenant, aroused from his
languor for once. "It was a deucedly lucky thing, and well done, too,
'pon my soul."

That night, as Ranald and his uncle were in their cabin on the raft
talking over the incidents of the day, and Ranald's plans for the
summer, a man stood suddenly in the doorway.

"I am Louis LeNoir," he said, "and I have some word to say to de young
Macdonald. I am sore here," he said, striking his breast. "I cannot
spik your languige. I cannot tell." He stopped short, and the tears
came streaming down his face. "I cannot tell," he repeated, his breast
heaving with mighty sobs. "I would be glad to die--to mak' over--to not
mak'--I cannot say de word--what I do to your fadder. I would give my
life," he said, throwing out both his hands. "I would give my life. I
cannot say more."

Ranald stood looking at him for a few moments in silence when he
finished; then he said slowly and distinctly, "My father told me to say
that he forgave you everything, and that he prayed the mercy of God for