Now the battle thickens, but the end is sure." The shores of Lake George, so often the scene of fierce strife, blazed with the fury of the combat.

The mountains gave back the thunder of guns on the big boats, and muskets and rifles crackled in the forest.

Now and then the shouts of the French and the Indian yell rose, but the triumphant American cheer always replied.

The troops poured ashore and the odds against St.Luc rose steadily.
"The Chevalier can't hold us back many minutes longer," said Willet.

"If he doesn't give ground, he'll be destroyed." A few minutes more of resolute fighting and they heard the long, clear call of the silver whistle.