Amherst still would not allow his army to move forward for the assault, having in mind the terrible losses of last year and knowing that he was bound to win.
The brave Hebecourt and his soldiers also left the fort at last, escaping in boats, and leaving a match burning in the magazine.

One of the bastions of Ticonderoga blew up with a tremendous explosion, and then the victorious army marched in.

Ticonderoga, such a looming and tremendous name in America, a fortress for which so much blood had been shed, had fallen at last.

Robert did not dream that in another war, less than twenty years away, it would change hands three times.
They found, a little later, that Crown Point, the great fortress upon which the French king had spent untold millions, had been abandoned also and was there for the Anglo-American army to take whenever it chose.
Then Amherst talked of going on into Canada and cooeperating with Wolfe, but, true to his cautious soul, he began to build forts and arrange for the mastery of Lake Champlain.
Robert, Tayoga and Willet grew impatient as the days passed.

The news came that Prideaux had been killed before Niagara, but Sir William Johnson, the Waraiyageh of the Mohawks, assuming command in his stead, had taken the place, winning a great victory.