They walked again and again into the same sort of ambush.

Now, they felt sure, because the Indian fire had evaporated in scattered shots, that the French and the warriors had gone away, and that they might as well be asleep, save for the guards.

But Colden repressed them with a stern hand.
"If it hadn't been for our experience at Fort Refuge I might feel that way myself," he said.

"The silence is certainly consoling, and makes one feel that all danger has passed." "The silence is what I dread most," said Robert.

"Is anything stirring on the lake ?" "Not a thing," replied Wilton, who had been watching in that quarter.
"I never saw George look more peaceful." Robert suggested that they go down to the shore again, and Wilton, Grosvenor and he walked through the camp, not stopping until they stood at the water's edge.
"You surely don't anticipate anything here," said Wilton.
"I don't know," replied Robert, thoughtfully, "but our enemies, both French and Indians, are full of craft.