afe for the winter. Cornwallis and Howe put such
confidence in this report that when Luce, another spy, came into their
camp with a count of Washington's forces, which was substantially
correct, they doubted the good faith of the man and threw him into
prison.

So the great Virginian had turned a British spy into one of his most
effective helpers.

Meanwhile good news had encouraged enlistment for long terms. Four
regiments of horse were put in training, ten frigates were built and
sent to sea and more were under construction. The whole fighting force
of America was being reorganized. Moreover, in this first year the
Yankee privateers had so wounded a leg of the British lion that he was
roaring with rage. Three hundred and fifty of his ships, well laden
from the West Indies, had been seized. Their cargoes were valued at a
million pounds. The fighting spirit of America was encouraged also by
events in France, where Franklin and Silas Deane were now at work.
France had become an ally. A loan of six hundred thousand dollars had
been secured in the French capital and expert officers from that
country had begun to arrive to join the army of Washington.

CHAPTER XVIII

HOW SOLOMON SHIFTED THE SKEER

In the spring news came of a great force of British which was being
organized in Canada for a descent upon New York through Lake Champlain.
Frontier settlers in Tryon County were being massacred by Indians.

Generals Herkimer and Schuyler had written to Washington, asking for
the services of the famous scout, Solomon Binkus, in that region.

"He knows the Indian as no other man knows him and can speak his
language and he also knows the bush," Schuyler had written. "If there
is any place on earth where his help is needed just now, it is here."

"Got to leave ye, my son," Solomon said to Jack one evening soon after
that.

"How so?" the young man asked.

"Goin' hum to fight Injuns. The Great Father has ordered it. I'll
like it better. Gittin' lazy here. Summer's comin' an' I'm a born
bush man. I'm kind o' oneasy--like a deer in a dooryard. I ain't had
to run fer my life since we got here. My hoofs are complainin'. I
ain't shot a gun in a month."

A look of sorrow spread over the face of Solomon.

"I'm tired of this place," said Jack. "The British are scared of us
and we're scared of the British. There's nothing going on. I'd love
to go back to the big bush with you."

"I'll tell the Great Fa