Julian had been Wolfe's nurse and attendant during the voyage, and the bond which now united them was a strong and tender one.

Wolfe bad suffered both from seasickness and from a renewal of the former strain, and looked even now but little fit for the enterprise upon which he was bound; but no physical weakness had ever yet hindered him in the moment of peril from doing his duty, and his eyes flashed with the old fire, as he spoke of what was about to take place.
"Let us but once gain possession of that battery," he cried, pointing to the guns frowning grimly over Freshwater Cove, "and turn the guns against their present masters, and we shall have taken the first step.

Once let us get foot upon this shore, and it will take more than the cannonade of the Frenchmen to get us off again." Eagerly did the fleet await the moment of attack; but their patience was rather severely tried.

Gale first and then heavy fog, with a tremendous swell at sea, detained them long at their anchorage, and one good ship struck upon a rock, and was in considerable danger for a while.
Wolfe suffered much during those days; but his spirit was as unquenchable as ever, and as soon as the stormy sea had gone down a little, was eager for the enterprise.
"Let us but set foot ashore, and I shall be a new man!" he cried.
"I weary of the everlasting heaving of the sea; but upon shore, with my sword in my hand, there I am at home!" The sea grew calm.

There was still a heavy swell, and the waves broke in snowy surf upon the beach; but the attempt had become practicable, and the word was given overnight for a start at daybreak.