Ned turned to his father. "Did you invite him, papa, and who is he?" Then, perceiving a look of amusement on every face, "Oh, I know! Why didn't I think before? It's just Cousin Ronald playing he's somebody else." "Yes, laddie, and he's rather an auld mon to be playing at anything," returned the old gentleman pleasantly. "Dinna ye think so?" "No, sir; and it's good of you to make a little fun for us youngsters." "As well as for us older folks," added his mother in a sprightly tone. "I thought it was a fellow who had no business here," said Ned, "but you are as welcome as anything, Cousin Ronald." "Aye, laddie, I dinna doubt it or I wadna be here," laughed the old gentleman; "but I know there are no more hospitable folk to be found anywhere then these American cousins o' mine." "I should think not, sir," said Neddie with a smiling glance from one parent to the other; "and I believe there's nobody they like better to entertain than you." "Is Fort Stephenson still standing, papa?" asked Grace. "No," was the reply, "but we can see the site, which is in the bosom of the village of Fremont, and covers about two-thirds of a square. We will no doubt find someone who can and will point it out to us and show us the ravine where the Indians fled after the first discharge of the rifle-balls by the garrison; and the iron six-pounder cannon that did such great execution in defence of the fort; also the landing place of the British. By the way, the garrison named that cannon the 'Good Bess.'" "Oh, I hope we will see it," said Ned. "I'd like to." They reached their destination in time to see the cannon and all the interesting places and things made memorable by their connection with the struggle at Fort Stephenson, then returned to the yacht, sailed out into the bay again, and anchored for the night. CHAPTER X. The next morning Lucilla woke early--as was usual with her--and presently joined her father upon the deck. He greeted her, as was his custom, with a smile and a tender caress, asking if she were quite well and had passed a comfortable night. "Yes, papa," she said; "I slept as soundly as possible, and feel perfectly well this morning; as I hope you do." "I do, for I also enjoyed a good night's rest and sleep." The yacht was moving, and Lucilla remarked it with some surprise. "I thought we were lying at anchor," she said. "So we were through the night," replied her father, "but now we are travelling toward Fort Meigs--or perhaps I should rather say its ruins." "Oh, that will be an interesting spot to visit!" exclaimed Lucilla. "Just where is it, papa?" "On the Maumee River, opposite Maumee City, situated at the head of river navigation, eight miles from Toledo." "Wasn't it somewhere in that region that Wayne fought one or more of his battles with the Indians?"