He too recognized, even at the distance, the power of St.Luc's personality, and Tandakora, looming, immense, in the firelight, was like some monster out of an earlier, primordial world.

Warriors and soldiers asleep were scattered before the fires, and, at the edge of the forest, walked the sentinels.

It was an alert and formidable camp, and the young Englishman felt that he and his comrades were grazing the extreme edge of danger.
De Courcelles and Jumonville presently left St.Luc and went to another fire, where they lay down and fell asleep, their military cloaks spread over them.

Then the short, dark Canadian Dubois appeared and St.Luc spoke to him also.

Dubois bowed respectfully and brought a blanket, which he spread before the fire.