He walked straight ahead.

No sentinel barred the way.

Presently the lake, still and luminous, stretched across his path, and, darting into the bushes along its edge, he ran for a long time.

Then he sank down and looked back.

He saw dimly the lights of the camp, but he heard no sound of pursuit.
Rising, he began a great curve about Ticonderoga, intending to seek his own army, which he knew could not yet be far away.