It's blowing harder, and we've a rough sea here, though 'tis a mountain lake.

We make way but slowly, and we must be full of caution, or risk a shipwreck, with land in sight on both sides of us." Night drew on, dark and blowy, with the army still on the water, as Willet had predicted, and much of it seasick.

The lofty shores, green by day, were clothed in mists and vapor, and the three saw no trace of the French or the Indians, but they were quite sure they were watching from the high forests.

Robert believed now that St.Luc was there, and that once again they would come into conflict.
"Do you think we'd better try the shore to-night ?" he asked.
Willet shook his head.
"'Twould be too risky," he replied, "and, even if we succeeded, 'twould do no good.

We'll find out in the morning all we want to know." They tied their canoe to one of the long boats, and, going on board the latter, slept a little.