"I'm a prisoner, as you know, but no one is bothering about me, which I take to be natural when the echoes of so great a battle have scarcely yet died." St.Luc looked at him keenly and Robert met his gaze.

He could not read the eye of the Chevalier.
"You have been a prisoner of ours once before, but you escaped," said the Chevalier.

"It seems that you are a hard lad to hold." "But then I had the help of the greatest trailer and forest runner in the world, my staunch friend, Tayoga, the Onondaga." "If he rescued you once he will probably try to do it again, and the great hunter, Willet, is likely to be with him.

I suppose you were planning a few moments ago to escape along the shore of the lake." "I might have been, but I see now that it is too late." "Too late is a phrase that should be seldom used by youth." Robert tried once again to read the Chevalier's eye, but St.Luc's look contained the old enigma.
"I admit," said young Lennox, "that I thought I might find an open place in your line.

It was only a possible chance." St.Luc shrugged his shoulders, and looked at the darkness that lay before them like a great black blanket.
"There is much yet to be done by us at Ticonderoga," he said.