But Robert saw that the end of the combat was near; not that the rage of man was abated, but because nature, as if tired of so much strife, was putting in between a veil that would hide the hostile forces from each other.

The fog suddenly began to thicken rapidly, rolling up from the lake in great, white waves that made figures dim and shadowy, even a few paces away.
If the fighting went on it would be impossible to tell friend from foe, and Willet at once sent forth a sharp call which was repeated up and down the line.

The French leaders took like action, and, by mutual consent, the two forces fell apart.

The firing and the shouts ceased abruptly and a slow withdrawal was begun.

The fog had conquered.
"Is Dagaeoga hurt ?" asked Tayoga.
"Untouched," replied Robert.
"I saw that you and the Frenchman, De Courcelles, were engaged in a battle of your own.