I must be true to my race, when I meet my brethren." He reclothed himself, resumed his paddle, and they pushed on steadily for the smoke.

No trace of the fog was left.

The lake glistened in the sun, the ranges showed green from base to summit, and the tower of smoke deepened and broadened.
"Can you make out what lies at the foot of it, Tayoga ?" asked Robert.
"I think I can see a gleam of the sun on an epaulet.

It is certainly a camp of your people.

The lake is supposed to be under their command, and if the French should make a new incursion here upon its shores they would not build their fires so boldly.