"We cannot surrender without a struggle." "Who can tell but we may defeat them?" Allen, pleased with the speeches of his comrades, gave the order to charge the enemy. The fight was a sharp one. Hand-to-hand struggles always partake more of the brutish, and the truth about such encounters is far more horrible than any description. Allen was in the thickest of the fight all the time; his sword was dripping with blood every time he raised it above his head, and that was just as frequently as he could free his arm from the crush to wield his weapon. Only a few minutes did the struggle last, but the carnage was out of all proportion to the number engaged. Seven of Allen's men were killed, while the enemy lost twelve, and what seemed remarkable, all who fell were dead. No one seemed to be wounded or maimed; death came to all who were stricken. The return journey was a sad one, though from the point of view of a soldier it was glorious. Montgomery congratulated the mountaineer on his bravery, and told him that his record should be known at headquarters. The next day the march was resumed, and through lack of guides the army took a wrong course. The vanguard, in crossing a wide stretch of what seemed level country, found themselves in a marsh, and up to their waists in water. The worst of it was that the bottom was treacherous, for the soil seemed like quicksand, and drew them in until they had difficulty in raising their feet. After considerable floundering about they got out of the marsh just in time to warn the main body of the army. The adventure was amusing except to the participants, and many a laugh was had at the expense of the unlucky men. After a number of strange adventures the army reached Isle-aux-Noix, where Montgomery intended to camp for a time. Two days after reaching there Allen was delighted to welcome Eben Pike, who had promised to follow as soon as his strength was regained. He looked as hearty as ever, though less effeminate than when he first joined the Green Mountain Boys. He had a man's strength, though his appearance was deceiving. He had such an excellent idea of topography that Allen knew he would be extremely useful to the army of invasion. CHAPTER XXIV. SECRET SERVICE. Gen. Montgomery summoned Allen to his presence one morning early. "Ethan Allen, you are the one man wanted in this crisis." "What crisis? What can I do?" asked Allen, looking somewhat surprised at the general's earnestness. "We are about to invade Canada, and the people ought not to be hostile." "I fancy you will find them to be so." "That's just where you will be of value?" "I do not understand." "I want you to go into Canada and tell the people that we are not going to fight against them, their country or religion, but only against the English garrisons." "And I suppose you mean enlist the French on our side?" "If you can do so, yes." "When am I to start?"