I am confirmed in my opinion that St.Luc is there." "I've been sure of it all the time," said Robert; "it seems that fate intends us to be continually matching our wits against his." "It's a fact, and it's strange how it's come about," said the hunter thoughtfully.
Robert looked at him, hoping he would say more, but he did not continue the subject.

Instead he said: "That they know what they're doing is shown by the fact that we must move.

All the area of the lake about us will be lighted up soon." The two bonfires were now lofty, blazing pyramids, and a third farther north began also to send its flames toward the sky.
The surface of the lake glowed with red light which crept steadily toward the little island, in the shadow of which the three scouts lay.
It became apparent that they had no time to waste, if they intended to avoid being trapped.
"Push out," said Willet, and, with strong sweeps of the paddle, Robert and Tayoga sent the canoe from the shelter of the boughs.

But they still kept close to the island and then made for another about a hundred yards south.

The glow had not yet come near enough to disclose them, while they were in the open water, but Robert felt intense relief when they drew again into the shelter of trees.
The bonfire on the western shore was the largest, and, despite the distance, he saw passing before the flames tiny black figures which he knew to be warriors or French, if any white men were there.