Edgar and his party went on board the "Susan", and Ned was surprised again to find his father here also in command. The voyage had its excitements, as Archy explained to Ned. "Them blamed Yankees have ships all over the lake. We have some too, but we haven't, and can't get, a gun heavier than twelve and eighteen pounders, while theirs are twenty-four and thirty-two pounders, which means they can send a heap heavier shot. I was captured with the 'Susan', going to Kingston this time." "How did you get away?" said Ned, hoping for a story. "I left Niagara just after the battle to run to Kingston, to meet you, and to take General Brock's papers and stuff there. There was a bit of a blow, and the 'Susan' was caught inshore with a Yankee waiting to blow us out of the water as we came 'round. Course, I surrendered. Says the Yankee. 'What ship's that, and what's your lading?' Says I, 'Susan', Niagara to Kingston, with General Brock's papers and things'. 'Pass,' says the Yankee, 'General Brock was all right, and I'm real sorry he's dead'. And he dipped his flag to me. That Yankee was a gentleman and I've known others like him. I don't like this having to fight with them." "But you wouldn't let them take Canada?" "No, sir, you can bet your sweet life that Canada won't let no Yankee boss her into changing her flag. They're too blamed interfering, and old Upper Canada'll fight while she's got a man left to hold a gun. Maybe they'll remember not to come in here again. That's York." Ned saw a narrow peninsula, curving round to form the harbor. It was the promontory that has since become Toronto Island. The entrance was on the west, between Gibraltar Point (Hanlan's), with its lighthouse and blockhouses, and on the mainland, Fort Toronto, and Western Battery. These consisted of earthworks and massive log barracks, armed with a few small cannon, where the present fort now stands. The "Susan" sailed past the forts down a placid sheet of water. On the right Ned looked across the low sandbanks of the peninsula to the lake stretching away to the horizon. On the left was open ground where cows grazed, and beyond, the long wall of the forest. Then they were abreast of Half-moon Battery (Bathurst Street), where stood the Governor's "Palace", a big log house in the form of a half square, with verandahs round its inner sides, and a garden shaded by stately oaks. There too were the quarters, with their magazines and storehouses.