His garments were disarranged.

Burrs and one or two little twigs were clinging to them.

Obviously he had come far and in haste.

The thoughts of St.Luc, and, in truth, the thoughts of all of them, went to the Anglo-American army.
"Speak, Monsieur Langy," said Montcalm.

"I can see that you have come swiftly, and you would not come so without due cause." "I wish to report to you, sir," said Langy, "that the entire army of the enemy is now embarked on the Lake of the Holy Sacrament, and is advancing against us." Montcalm's eyes sparkled.