Montcalm's scouts and pickets were driven in, and the soldiers of the advancing army began to show among the trees.

The French batteries opened.

The roar in Robert's ear was terrific, but he stood at his utmost height in order that he might see the assault.

His eyes caught the gleam of uniforms and the flash of sunlight on bayonet and rifle.

He knew now that his own people, dauntless and tenacious, were coming.