The sharp crack of rifles showed that the defenders were replying and they sent forth a defiant cheer.
"They may creep down to the edge of the stumps and try to pick off our men," said Robert, "but they won't make a rush.

St.Luc would never allow it.

I don't understand this demonstration.

It must be a cover for something else." He looked thoughtfully into the darkness, and listened to the moan of the lake.

Had the foe a fleet he might have expected an attack that way, but he knew that for the present the British and Americans controlled Andiatarocte.
The darkness was still gathering on the water.