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20 to ferry me across the Hudson to-morrow morning early. Doubtless you, too, have a similar plan in your mind."

"Are you going to Fort Montgomery?" inquired Robert quickly. "That is where General Clinton is now."

"I'm a wayfaring man, as I told you," said the stranger, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly as he spoke, "and Fort Montgomery may be as good a place for me as any other. You know the way there?"

"Every bit of it. We can go on together. You have no horse, though," Robert added hastily.

"No, I have no horse at present," admitted the stranger quietly.

"Your name, it was what?" inquired Dirck, who up to this time had not taken any part in the conversation.

"My name? Some people might call it 'Legion'—but Russell is the one by which I am ordinarily known. Ever heard the name before?"

"The name, it was known," said Dirck slowly.

"There! I told you it was legion. Everywhere you find it, and every one appears to know it. You don't happen to know of the