"Here's to your escape," he said, casting an ironical glance over the edge.
"Here's to my escape," said Henry, meeting his gaze firmly and earnestly.
Then they drank.
"Upon my word, I believe that you mean what you say."
"Certainly."
De Peyster looked curiously at Henry.
"Come," he said, "we'll go outside. I think I'll keep my own eye on you for a little while."
When they emerged from the house a long plaintive howl came from the Canadian forest. A sort of shiver, as if he were looking into the future, ran through Henry's veins. All his premonitions were coming true.
"Did you hear that wolf?" asked de Peyster. "It is but a wilderness after all, and this is merely a point in it like a lighthouse in the sea. Come, we'll walk that way; it's about the only view we have."
Again that strange quiver ran through Henry's veins. Colonel de Peyster himself was leading exactly where the captive wished to go.