But that night, as the army slept in the camp round the deserted sawmills, there were many whose eyes never closed in slumber.

Fritz saw the veteran Campbell sitting in the moonlight, looking straight before him with wide, unseeing eyes; and when the grey light of day broke over the forest, his face was shadowed, as it seemed, by the approach of death.
"I shall never see another sunrise," he said to Fritz, as the latter walked up to him; "my span of life will be cut through here at Ticonderoga." Fritz made no reply.

It seemed to him that many lives would be cut short upon this fateful day.

He wondered whether he should live to see the shades of evening fall.

He had no thought of quailing or drawing back.