Tayoga also pulled trigger, but Robert did not yet see anything at which to aim, although the sound of shots from the two hostile fronts was now almost continuous.
The combat in the dim mists had a certain weird quality and Robert's imaginative mind heightened its effect.

It was almost like the blind shooting at the blind.

A pink dot would appear in the fog, expand a little, and then go out.

There would be a sharp report, the whistling of a bullet, perhaps, and that was all.

The white men fought in silence, and, if there were any Indians with the French and Canadians they imitated them.
Robert, at last, caught a glimpse of a dusky figure about thirty yards in front of him, and, aiming his rifle, quickly fired.