Robert thought the morning would last forever.

An hour before noon De Galissonniere was passing, and, noticing him sitting on a low mound, he said: "I did not know what had become of you, Mr.Lennox, but I see that you, like ourselves, await the battle." "So I do," said Robert as lightly as he could, "but it seems to me that it's somewhat delayed." "Not our fault, I assure you.

Perhaps you didn't think so earlier, but you see we're willing to fight, no matter how great the odds." "I admit it.

The Marquis de Montcalm has his courage--perhaps too much." De Galissonniere glanced at the strong works, and his smile was confident, but he merely said: "It is for the future to tell." Then he went on, and Robert hoped that whatever happened the battle would spare the young Frenchman.
Up went the sun toward the zenith.

A light wind rustled the foliage.
Noon was near, and he began to wonder anew what had become of the advancing army.