The whole world was renewed.
Creature, as he was, of his moods, Robert's spirits soared again at his meeting with Tayoga and Willet, those staunch friends of his, bound to him by such strong ties and so many dangers shared.

The past was the past, Ticonderoga was a defeat, a great defeat, when a victory had been expected, but it was not irreparable.

Hope sang in his heart and his face flushed in the dawn.

The Onondaga, looking at him, smiled.
"Dagaeoga already looks to the future," he said.
"So I do," replied Robert with enthusiasm.

"Why shouldn't I?
The night just passed has favored me.