)
_Bur_. Nothing of consequence, as it turns out. We hoped it would have
ended in something. A few of the enemy, who were stationed as a guard on
a hill not far from Fort Edward, were surprised by a party of Indians,
and killed, to a man, I believe. Afterwards, the victors got into a
deadly fray among themselves as usual. A quarrel between a couple of
these chiefs, at some famous watering place of theirs, and in the midst
of it, a party from the fort drove them from the ground;--this is
Alaska's own story at least.
_Mait_. _Alaska's!_
_Bur_. Alaska?--Alaska?--yes, I think it was,--one of these new allies
we have picked up here.
_Mait_. (_In a whisper_.) Good God!
_Bur_. By the time our detachment arrived there, however, the ground was
cleared, and they took quiet possession. Are you ill, Captain Maitland?
_Mait_. A little,--it is nothing. I am to cross the river.
_Bur_, Yes. You will take these papers to Captain Andre. You have
over-fatigued yourself. You should have taken more time for this wild
journey.
(_Maitland goes out_.)
_Bur_. I do not like the idea of division, but it cannot be helped now.
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