It is likely that the courage and tenacity of the French leaders were never shown to better advantage than in the long fight they made for dominion in North America.

Despite the fact that he was an enemy, and his belief that Langlade could be ruthless, on occasion, Robert was compelled to like him.
The journey, the destination yet unknown to him, was long, but it was not tedious to the young prisoner.

He watched the summer progress and the colors deepen and he was cheered continually by the hope of escape, a fact that Langlade recognized and upon which he commented in a detached manner, from time to time.

Now and then the leader himself went ahead with a scout or two and one morning he said to Robert: "I saw something in the forest last night." "The forest contains much," said Robert.
"But this was of especial interest to you.

It was the trace of a footstep, and I am convinced it was made by your friend Tayoga, the Onondaga.
Doubtless he is seeking to effect your escape." Robert's heart gave a leap, and there was a new light in his eyes, of which the shrewd Owl took notice.
"I have heard of the surpassing skill of the Onondaga," he continued, "but I, Charles Langlade, have skill of my own.