"My eyes lie not," the Puritan answered. "Comrades, the Dutch have shown their hand. If we strike at once we shall assuredly kill their plan, and may perchance seize their leader." In a few words he disclosed what he had seen. "They go to hold council with the sachems," said Penfold, adding thoughtfully, "There will be no light until the dawn." "Let us lie in wait for them beside their boat," the Puritan advised. "Nay, let us fall upon them in the forest," cried Wood field. "Not so," answered the leader. "A man cannot use his sword for the bush and the splintered growth from the pines." "An Iroquois guide will accompany them," said Flower. "The boat! the boat!" shouted young Viner. "That is the place." "Peace, lads," cried Penfold, stroking his beard. "Let us discuss with reason. Why has this Dutch vessel made her way up the river? Roussilac would tell us that she has come to strengthen the hands of the French. Is it so? I trow not. It has ever been the policy of the Dutch to dissemble. Holland intends to keep the English from this coast if she may. Surely she desires also to drive out the French, in order that she may make herself mistress of the North American land. She is eager to make colonies, and she knows full well that the fortress may easily be defended once it be captured." "She is, then, a privateer," exclaimed Hough. "Not so. She is commissioned by the Government of the Netherlands to seize North America. The French are only a handful here. England has no fleet. Now is the crafty Dutchman's opportunity. Look upon this, my lads." Penfold pulled a flaming stick from the fire and walked across the cave. He stopped where the side sloped as smoothly as a wall, and held the torch above his head, pointing to a map of the American colonies traced upon the wall of silica by charcoal. The design was roughly and incorrectly made; rivers were placed where mountains should have shown, and the scale was entirely inaccurate; but politically it was correct. "See!" cried the leader, passing a finger through Chesapeake Bay, and laying his hand lovingly upon the province of Virginia. "There lies the fairest of England's colonies. Here, mark you, flows the Potomac, and here to the north behold the province of Maryland. What country lies back in the beyond we do not know, because the Mohawks are masters there; but pass north along the coast and we reach New England, the provinces of Connecticut and Massachusetts, with the king's towns of Boston and Plymouth. Between lie our enemies." He passed his fingers across the words written on the wall, "New Netherlands," while the four men murmured behind. "Did the Hollanders acquire their colonies in fair fight?" demanded Penfold, returning to the fire.