Robert was with Grosvenor and Wilton near the center of the camp.
"Knowing the French and Indians as I now do," said Wilton, "I never doubt for an instant that an attack will come before morning.

My experience at Fort Refuge is sufficient indication.

It is strange that I, who was reared not to believe in fighting, should now be compelled to do it all the time." "And while my profession is fighting," said Grosvenor, "I always expected to fight in the open fields of Europe and now I'm learning my trade in the deep forests of North America, where it's quite another sort of business.

How long do you think it will be, Lennox, before we hear the owls hoot and the wolves bark ?" Robert laughed.
"We've had a lot of such signals in the last few days," he replied, "but in this country battles are not always opened with 'em.

Still, I dare say we'll hear 'em." Out of the forest in front of them came a long, lonely hoot.
"Speak of the owl and you hear his voice," said Wilton.
"If Tayoga were here he could tell us exactly what that owl, who is no owl but an Indian, meant," said Grosvenor, "also the tribe of the Indian, his age, his complexion, what he had for supper, how he is feeling and whether he is married or single.