A figure was standing leaning against one of the pillars. It advanced as the twins came out upon the piazza.
"How!" was the greeting in a deep chest tone.
"How, Adam!" William responded, taking the old Indian's extended hand. Again the latter repeated this exclamation, and turning, shuffled off. In his belt shone a great horse-pistol. It had once belonged to Cloud, the Renegade.
"Brother mine," said George, placing his arm across William's shoulder, "it has been the finger of the Lord."
William rested his head on his arm. "But they say I am a traitor," he replied.
George laughed. "You are a patriot, then," he said. "You could not help what grew up in your heart. It is for King or country."
"For country, then," said William, firmly.
"God prosper us," said George, "we will help deliver it together."