If there had been no fog or even only a little they could have chosen at once what they wanted.

Knowing that they had no enemy strong enough to be feared they kindled a fire here by this log, more for the sake of light than for warmth.

Sharp Sword did not talk over anything with his lieutenants, De Courcelles and Jumonville.

His trail leads to the north side of the camp, where he wrapped himself in his blanket and lay down.

I imagine that the Canadian, Dubois, who goes with him, as an attendant, watched over him.