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- —_ “ All well, my lord. He was a trifle hurried, and only managed to break my collar-bone. It won't take long for me to get round again.” | “That is well, Hubert. How. now, soldier? Is he dead ?” “ Dead, my lord.” “Let it pass. He has lived long niemeis to die thus. | Captain De Sayle, see thou return with Captain Mannering , and bring my aide, who was left a hostage. A few words with you first, my dear captain.” They left the tent after sending a surgeon to Hubert. At the barriers they paused, and the marquis, laying his hand impressively upon the arm of his young companion, said: - “ You will not make use of any thing you have seen to our hurt, captain.” m “No, sire. I have no reason.” ““ Thanks; your colonel is stlll determined to hold out?” “Yes, sire. By my et he will do so. We shall have help soon.” “Ah! From Fort Baward eh “ Undoubtedly.” — * You will never get it.” “ And why, if I may ask ?” ‘““ My dear captain, do the English ever send help in time ?” Ronald was silent, for he knew the harsh criticism was a true one. They parted at the outer. barrier, Ronald being accompanied by Captain De Sayle. The aide was given up, and the gates closed. | : That day Eph came in. He had been to Edward, and had stolen through the lines of the enemy in disguise. He brought no news of any coming help. They waited some days, and the Indian runner they had expected was due. About the middle of the day, a flag came from Montcalm. The bearer was Captain De Sayle, and to their horror, he was accompanied by the Indian runner. Munroe met him on the parade and received the cruel message of Webb. The brave man turned aside into his quarters, and read with tears in eyes the advice to sur-— render from one who should hay t him three thousand ‘men instead. He sent out for the runner. comiclooks.com