"They are the ones who stood by King George during the Revolutionary
War, of course. When England gave up the fight, and peace was decided
upon, the Loyalists were in a bad way. Their property was confiscated,
and they themselves treated very badly. They would not live under the
new flag of their enemies, so they got out, and here they are."

Dane glanced out toward the ships with the light of intense interest in
his eyes. What a story he would have to tell his comrades in the
wilderness. They all knew about the war, but no word had reached them
of the coming of the Loyalists.

"Didn't you want them to come here?" he asked turning to the sentry.

"Want them? Why, we had nothing to say about the matter."

"But didn't you fire upon them? I heard the roar of the guns when out
in the hills."

The soldier threw back his head and gave a hearty laugh. He was
enjoying this conversation, as it broke the monotony of his duty.

"We weren't firing upon them," he explained. "That was only a salute
of welcome."

"What are all those people going to do?" Dane asked. "How are they to
make a living?"

"Oh, I suppose many will settle here, while others will take up land
and farm. It will be some time, though, before everything is
straightened out. Just look at that crowd down there," and he motioned