A fitful gleam of moonlight showed men twisting on the ground before her, and she knelt to put water to the pitiful lips. Then she had a glimpse of Ned, fighting furiously with his clubbed musket. Someone pushed her into the wreck of the church, and there she found her grandfather. "Thank God, you are safe, little Bee," he said, roused to a last flash of consciousness by her voice. "Happy man," murmured Percy, as they laid him, bleeding with a dozen wounds, by the dead baronet, "he need never know of Vere now." The battle of Lundy's Lane had ended, as suddenly as it began. * * * Scott, with the captured British general and guns, retreated back to Buffalo, where he reported that he had won the battle, but that to follow up his victory, he must have a far larger army, to overcome the savage resistance of the Canadians. But there were no more invasions of Canada, for the battleships of England were off the American coast. In vain the Tzar of Russia offered to arbitrate; Washington was burnt on August twenty-fourth. The English were driven back from Baltimore, but made raids on the shores of the Democrat States, who were blamed for the invasion of Canada. At last, on December twenty-fourth, 1814, peace was signed at Ghent, no word being said in its articles about the "Right to Search," which had been used as a cry to incite the American people to war, but without steamer or telegraph it was weeks before the news could cross the Atlantic, and the bloody battle of New Orleans, an English defeat, was fought in the January after peace was signed. York raised her flags in joyful thanksgiving, and Percy saw them as he sat up for the first time. Haslem Towers stood empty, in England, and men talked of the "wicked baronet" somewhere abroad. Percy intended to make his home in Canada, and he was very disappointed that Ferguson would not stay with him. Instead of remaining as the trusted servant of a man he had always liked with high wages and sure provision for his old age, the Methodist had heard the call of the nation that was being born in Canada. He longed to be a preacher to the men who had fought so well for an earthly country at Lundy's Lane and many a fight before. So he applied to Conference, and they were about to advance the money to buy his discharge, and then accept him as one of their itinerant preachers. Ned was in the old pasture, tramping through the snow, and thinking of the summer morning when he had crept there, with his spirit broken, and a girl had healed him by her kiss of faith. Eli was with him, he had returned to take his sister back to Boston, if she would come. "But I am not surprised that she refuses," Eli was saying. "She was so young when she went to Canada to live, and Canada is so loyal to the British flag. If we had only known your real feelings we would never have fought you. May the peace between us endure."