"I know," said I, quietly.
"Doubtless you met him then at Cresap's camp?"
"Doubtless."
Mr. Duncan waited a moment, then laughed.
"You were ever a man to keep your own counsel," he said.
"What have you heard from Cresap's men?" I asked.
"Nothing save that the war is a fierce one. An express came in yesterday with news that the Cayugas had been terribly whipped by the backwoodsmen under Andy Lewis, somewhere near the Great Kanawha. The express rider got it from some of Cresap's men, but it may not be true."
After a silence I asked him what month of the year it now was. I had noticed yellow leaves outside.
"October," he said, pityingly; "did you not know it?"
I tried to realize the space of time which had been wiped out from my memory.