THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
Maimie, he raised the Macdonald war-cry: "Glengarry! Glengarry!"
Ranald paused and looked about him.
"Here, Ranald!" yelled Harry, waving his white handkerchief. Then Ranald caught sight of him.
"Glengarry!" he cried, and sprang far into the crowd in Harry's direction.
"Glengarry! Glengarry forever!" echoed Yankee—for he it was—plunging after his leader.
Swift and sharp like the thrust of a lance, the Glengarry men pierced the crowd, which gave back on either side, and soon reached the group at the wall.
"How in the world did you get here?" cried Ranald to Harry; then, looking about him, cried: "Where is LeNware? I heard he was being killed by the Gatineaus, and I got a few of our men and came along."
"LeNware? That is our Canadian friend, I suppose," said the lieutenant. "He was here a while ago. By Jove! There he is."
Surrounded by a crowd of the Gatineaus, LeNoir, for he was the leader of the Ottawas, was being battered about and like to be killed.
"Glengarry!" cried Ranald, and like a lion he leaped upon them, followed by Yankee and the others. Right and left he hurled the crowd aside, and seizing LeNoir, brought him out to his own men.
"Who are you?" gasped LeNoir. "Why, no, it ees not possible. Yes, it is Yankee for sure! And de Macdonald gang, but—" turning to Ranald—"who are you?" he said again.
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