Rogers himself had been attacked by smallpox, and upon his recovery he and the large body of the Rangers betook themselves to the woods and elsewhere, preferring the free life of the forest, with its manifold adventures and perils, to the monotonous life in an unhealthy fort.

But Fritz remained behind.  When Rogers left he was not fit to accompany him, having been suffering from fever, though he had escaped the scourge of smallpox.  He had felt the death of Charles a good deal.  He had become attached to the strange, half-crazed man who had been his special comrade for so long.  It seemed like something wanting in his life when his care was no longer required by any one person.  Indeed all the Rangers missed their white-headed, wild-eyed, sharp-eared recruit; and as the saying is, many a better man could better have been spared.

Stark went with Rogers, too much the true Ranger now to be left behind.  Fritz intended to follow them as soon as he was well enough.  Meantime he had formed a warm friendship with two young officers lately come to the fort with the new commander, Colonel Monro—­one of them being Captain Pringle, and the other a young lieutenant of the name of Roche.

Colonel Monro was a Scotchman, a brave man and a fine soldier.  Those under his command spoke of him in terms of warm and loving admiration.  Fritz heard of some of his achievements from his new friends, and in his turn told them of his own adventures and of the life he had led during the past two years.

“We have heard of the Rangers many a time and oft,” cried Roche.  “We had thought of offering ourselves to Rogers as volunteers; but men are so sorely wanted for the regular army and the militia that our duty seemed to point that way.  But I should like well to follow the fortunes of the hardy Rogers.”

It was true indeed that men were sorely wanted at Fort William Henry.  Colonel Monro looked grave and anxious as he examined its defences.  It was an irregular bastioned square, built of gravel and earth, crowned by a rampart of heavy logs, and guarded by ditches on three sides, and by the lake on the north.  But it was not strong enough to stand a very heavy assault, although it was provided with seventeen cannons, besides some mortars and swivels.

The garrison numbered at this time something over two thousand; but there were many sick amongst these, and sickness was inclined to spread, to the grave anxiety of the commander.

Fourteen miles away to the south lay Fort Edward, and General Webb was there with some fifteen hundred men.  He had sent on as many men as he felt able to spare some short time before, in response to an appeal from Colonel Monro.  Disquieting rumours of an advance from Ticonderoga were every day coming to their ears.  Summer was at its height, and if a blow were to be struck, it would certainly be soon.

A scouting party was sent out under the command of a certain Colonel Parker, in order to learn the strength of the enemy and what they were about.  Three days passed in anxious suspense, and as nothing was heard of the scouting party, Fritz begged leave to go forth with a handful of men to look for them, promising not to expose himself or them to danger.  As he knew the forest so well, and was an experienced Ranger, leave was quickly obtained, and Pringle and Roche were permitted to be of the company.