in Helen's sleigh, while Harold walked
with his men.

"It can't be helped," said the Lieutenant, as he gave his wife a
momentary caress. "I shall have to ride and march turn about until
Quebec is reached. But you are in good company and there is no danger."

"Well," replied Helen, forcing a laugh, "your absence will make your
presence all the dearer; so good-bye, sweetheart."

"Until to-night," was his answer, and throwing her another kiss, he
placed himself at the head of his men.

"How much further do we go to-day?" Helen asked of Sir George, who came
to speak to her for a moment before getting into his sleigh.

"About fifteen miles, I think. We want to camp at Shebenacadie to-night.
There will be accommodation in a settler's house for you and the women,
but for the rest ofBut brief as it was, the battle was almost over.
A number of the wolves were killed, some were wounded and others, still
unhurt, retreated into the forest; while one or two, surrounded by the
bayonets of the men, made a wild dash through the camp for the woods on
the further side.

Helen did not go to sleep early that night. The excitement of the day's
travel, together with the new conditions, had unsettled her nerves.
Consequently, a couple of hours passed away before sleep came, and then
troubled dreams marred her rest.

The mad yells of the wolves as they neared the camp awoke both her and
Harold. With a suppressed scream, Helen clutched her husband as he
sprang up to don his outer-clothing. Then came the fire of the first
shots.

"Don't leave me," she pleaded, in momentary