"None. Your brother is well, and there's another child born. The a Cleeves are not coming to an end just yet. No more questions, Jack, until you've told me all about yourself!" He settled down to listen, and John, propping himself on an elbow, began his tale. Twice or thrice during the narrative Dick furrowed his brows in perplexity. When, however, John came to tell of his second year's sojourn with the Ojibways, he sat up with a jerk and stared at his cousin in a blank dismay. "But, good Lord! You said just now that this fellow--this Menehwehna--had promised to help you back to the army, as soon as Spring came. Did he break his word, then?" "No! he would have kept his word. But I didn't want to return." "You didn't--want--to return!" Dick repeated the words slowly, trying to grasp them. "Man alive, were you clean mad? Don't you see what cards you held? Oh," he groaned, "you're not going on to tell me that you threw them away--the chance of a life-time!" "I don't see," answered John simply. Dick sprang up and paced the bank with his hands clenched, half lifted. "God! if such a chance had fallen to _me_! You had intercepted two dispatches, one of which might have hurried the French up from Montreal here to save Fort Frontenac. Wherever you could, you bungled; but you rode on the full tide of luck. And even when you tumbled in love with this girl--oh, you needn't deny it!-- even when you walked straight into the pitfall that ninety-nine men in a hundred would have seen and avoided--your very folly pulled you out of the mess! You escaped, by her grace, having foiled two dispatches and possessed your self of knowledge that might have saved Amherst from wasting ten minutes where he wasted two days. And now you stare at me when I tell you that you held the chance of a lifetime! Why, man, you could have asked what promotion you willed! Some men have luck--!" Speech failed him and he cast himself down at full length on the turf again. "Go on," he commanded grimly. And John resumed, but in another, colder tone. The rest of the story he told perfunctorily, omitting all mention of the fight on the flagstaff tower and telling no more than was needful of the last adventure of the rapids. Either he or Dick had changed. Having begun, he persevered, but now without hope to make himself understood. "Did ever man have such luck?" grumbled Dick. "You have made yourself a deserter. You did all you could to earn being shot; you walked back, and again did all you could to leave Amherst no other choice but to shoot you. And, again, you blunder into saving half an army! Have you seen Amherst?" "He sent for me at La Chine, to reward me." "You told him all, of course?" "I did--or almost all!" "Then, since he has not shot you, I presume you are now restored to the Forty-sixth, and become the just pride of the regiment?" Dick's voice had become bitter with a bitterness at which John wondered; but all his answer was: