Tandakora and De Courcelles consider themselves fortunate, and they are pleased with the spy, Garay.

But look, Dagaeoga! Behold who comes now!" Robert's heart began to throb as the handsomest and most gallant figure of them all walked into the red glow of the firelight, a tall man, young, lithe, athletic, fair of hair and countenance, his manner at once graceful and proud, a man to whom the others turned with deference, and perhaps in the case of De Courcelles and Jumonville with a little fear.

He wore a white uniform with gold facings, and a small gold hilted sword swung upon his thigh.

Even in the forest, dress impresses, and Robert was quite sure that St.Luc was in his finest attire, not from vanity, but because he wished to create an effect.

It would be like him, when his fortunes were lowest, to assume his highest manner before both friend and foe.
"You'd think from his looks that he had nothing but a string of victories and never knew defeat," whispered Willet.