Wilton found him a belt and a small sword, which he buckled on, and which as a badge of office gave him a certain moral strength, making him in fact a thoroughly happy man that morning.
Black Rifle, after food, had slid quietly into the forest to spy out the enemy.

Robert, flexible, vivid, his imagination always alive, was with Tayoga, helping him with the breastworks, and keeping an eye at the same time on the forest.

The lake behind him stretched away, vast, peaceful and beautiful, but he seldom looked at it now.

He did not anticipate danger that way.

It would come through the woods.
A gradual slope, hemmed in on either side by high cliffs and only a few hundred yards wide, led to the point on which the saw mill stood.
St.Luc must approach by the slope.