In a half hour both wind and rain died utterly, and they breathed an air clean and sweet, as if the world had been washed anew.

A touch of silver appeared on the eastern mountains, and then up came the dawn, crisp and cool after the storm, and the world was more splendid and beautiful than ever.

The green on slopes and ridges had been deepened and the lake was all silver in the morning light.
The islands stood up, sharp and clear, and there were the forces of St.
Luc still on his island, and Rogers, through his powerful glasses, was able to make out the French leader himself walking about, while white men and Indians were lighting the fires on which they expected to cook their breakfasts.
Several boats and canoes were visible drawn upon the shore, showing that St.Luc had saved a portion of his fleet, and it appeared that he and his men did not fear another attack, or perhaps they wanted it.
Meanwhile rangers and Mohawks prepared their own breakfasts and awaited with patience the word of their leaders.

Apparently there was nothing but peace.

It was a camping party on the island and another on the mainland, and the waters of the lake danced in the sunshine, reflecting one brilliant color after another.
"Reenforcements are coming for St.Luc," said Robert, who saw black specks on the lake to the eastward of the island.