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 and it approaches! stand to your arms, my friends, for we know not whom we encounter."

"Qui vive?" demanded a stern and deep voice, which sounded like a challenge from another world, issuing out of that solitary and solemn place." [sic]

"What says it?" whispered the scout; "it speaks neither Indian nor English!"

"Qui vive?" repeated the same voice, which was quickly followed by the rattling of arms, and a menacing attitude.

"France," cried Heyward, advancing from the shadow of the trees, to the shore of the pond, within a few yards of the sentinel.

"D'ou venez-vous—ou allez-vous d'aussi bonne heure?" demanded the grenadier, in the language, and with the accent of a man from old France.

"Je viens de la découverte, et je vais me coucher."

"Etes-vous officier du roi?"

"Sans doute, mon camarade; me prends-tu pour un provincial! Je suis capitaine de