He turned himself around, as if he were broiling on a spit, and heated first one side and then the other, until the blood in his veins sparkled with new life and vigor.

Then he dressed, still pervaded by that enormous feeling of comfort and content, and ate of the food that Rogers ordered to be served to the returned and refreshed men.

He also resumed his rifle and pistol, but kept his seat under the inverted boat, where the rain could not reach him.
He would have slept, but the ground was too wet, and he waited with the others for the approach of day and the initiative of St.Luc.

The rangers and Mohawks had made the first move, and it was now for the French leader to match it.

Robert wondered what St.Luc would attempt, but that he would try something he never doubted for a moment.
A log was rolled beneath the long boat under which the leaders stood, and, spreading their blankets over it, they sat down on it.