But he knew that Daganoweda and his Mohawks, experienced in every forest wile, would guard them against surprise, and he deemed it best now that they should strike with all their might.
Robert seldom saw any of the warriors before him, and he did not once catch a glimpse of a Frenchman.

Whenever his rifle was loaded he fired at a flitting form, never knowing whether or not his bullet struck true, and glad of his ignorance.

His sensitive and imaginative mind became greatly excited.

The flashes of flame in the thickets were multiplied a hundred fold, a thousand little pulses beat heavily in his temples, and the shouts of the savages seemed to fill the forest.
But he pressed on, conscious that the enemy was disappearing before them.
In his eagerness he passed ahead of Willet and Tayoga and came very near to St.Luc's retreating line.

His foot became entangled in trailing vines and he fell, but he was up in an instant, and he fired at a shadowy figure not more than twenty feet in advance.