"Where is my barge, Kit?" asked the anxious father.
"In the bushes down the river."
"We can carry it across the land to the Crooked River, and go down in that way. I am very anxious to join my wife, who is still suffering with anxiety for our child," added Mr. Gracewood.
"Very well; if you feel safe to leave the camp, I shall not object," continued the lieutenant. "My men shall carry your boat over to the river."
"Phil will go with me, and I don't think there is any danger."
"I should be glad to have you go, for I wish to send some orders to Lieutenant Jackson, commanding the men at the clearing."
"Exactly, cap'n," interposed Kit. "Send word for 'em to form a line atween the Little Fish and the pond. Phil kin show 'em whar it is."
Four men were sent to carry the barge across the country to Crooked River, and Kit explained to the officer the nature of the region where he suggested that the line of defence should be established. By the light of a match, the lieutenant wrote an order, which he gave to me, to be delivered to the officer in command of the detachment at the Castle. Bidding the lieutenant good night, we started for the river, attended by Kit, who was determined to see us safely embarked.
"I am afraid you are too tired to walk, Ella," said I, placing myself at her side.
"I am very tired, and I hope the distance is not long."