A dark figure rose up by the side of the boat in which young Lennox and his comrade sat.

The knife of Tayoga flashed and Robert involuntarily shut his eyes.

When he opened them again the dark figure was gone, and the knife was back in the Onondaga's belt.
St.Luc, although surprised again, was rallying his men fast.

The French were shouting their battle cries, the Indians were uttering the war whoop, as they poured down to the edge of the island, leaping into the lake to save their fleet.

The water was filled with dusky forms, Mohawk and Huron met in the death grasp, and sometimes they found their fate beneath the waters, held tight in the arms of each other.