"I had supposed I had witnessed all styles."
"We'll see; the difference is that every man among us has some outrage to revenge. Our quarrel is a personal one against thieves and murderers. What is the programme, Farrell?"
"To intercept Delavan's raiders. They will be along the main road within the hour from all reports. He has a wagon train loaded with stuff gathered up between Medford an' Mount Holly, together with a considerable drove of cattle and some horses."
"And what force?"
"About fifty men originally, but reinforced this afternoon with as many more to help guard the train into Philadelphia."
"Mounted?"
"The reinforcements were, but the original foragers were afoot; they were Hessians; the others Grant's company of Queen's Rangers."
"Glory be to God!" exclaimed a voice near at hand. "Did ye hear that, lads? It's Dutchmen and Tories we're against to-night. Be Gorry! I wouldn't have missed the chance of this shindy fer the best farm in Camden."
There was a low growl from the cluster of men, and an ominous movement of bodies pressing closer. Duval laughed mirthlessly.
"The bloodhound takes the scent," he said grimly. "God help those poor devils when we cut the leash, Farrell. Where do you propose meeting them?"