"De enemy hab dis'peared; all gone down in de frog."
"The frog, Toby?" said Mr. Villars.
"Yes, sar; right smart frog down 'ar in de volley!"
"He means, a fog in the walley," said Carl.
XXXIX.
A COUNCIL OF WAR.
Owing to the disturbances of the night the old clergyman had slept little. He now lay down on the couch, and soon sank into a profound slumber. When he awoke he heard the hum of voices. The cave was filled with armed men.
"It is Mr. Stackridge and his friends," said Virginia. "They have come to hold a council of war; and they look upon you as their grand sachem."
"I have brought them here," said Pomp, "at their request—all except Deslow."