IN THE FOG When Robert went into the fog and began to creep from stump to stump, his imagination leaped up at once and put a foe at every point in front of him.

Perhaps he deserved more credit for courage and daring than any of the others, because his vivid fancy foresaw all the dangers and more.

Tayoga was on his right and Willet on his left.
Daganoweda, who had all the eagerness of Black Rifle himself, was farther down the line.

Flashes of fire appeared now and then in the fog ahead of them, and bullets hummed over their heads.
Robert, essentially humane, began to share, nevertheless, the zeal of these hunters of men around him.

The French and Canadians were seeking their lives and they must strike back.