Once more he stared at the long line of the lake, and then his whole attention was for the circling forest, and the hills.

That was where the army of his country lay.

Nothing was to be expected from the lake.

Victory would come from the woods, and he looked so long at the trees that they blurred together into one mass.

He knew that the English and Americans were near, but just how near he could not gather from those around him.
He brushed his eyes to clear them, and continued to study the forest.
The sun, great and brilliant, was flooding it with light, gilding the slopes and crests of Defiance, and tinging the green of the leaves with gold.