Full of courage, ambitious, eager to excel, he resolved to acquit himself with credit.

But this was war, far different from that on the open fields of Europe for which his early training had fitted him.

One must lie in the deep forest and depend upon the delicacy of eye and ear and an exceeding quickness of hand.

It had not been long since he would have considered his present situation incredible, and, even now, it required some effort to convince himself that it was true.
But there beside him were the comrades whom he liked so well, Robert, Tayoga and the hunter whom he had known before and the strange dark figure of Black Rifle, that man of mystery and terror.

Around him was the wilderness now in the glow of advancing twilight, and before him he knew well lay St.Luc and the formidable French and Indian force.
Time and place were enough to try the soul of an inexperienced youth and yet Grosvenor was not afraid.