Chapter 30 A LONG GOOD-BYE

On the evening of the 15th of August, the Commandant of Johnstown Fort stood aghast to see a forest-running ragamuffin and three scare-crow Indians stagger into headquarters at the jail.

"Gad a-mercy!" says he as I offered the salute, "is it you, Mr. Drogue!"

I was past all speech; for we had wolf-jogged all the way up from the river, but fro