To-morrow we bury the Seigneur, and after that must put this household in order.

Though one of the Bostonnais, you are a good man, David Willet.

Take care of yourself, and of the lad, Robert Lennox." The hunter promised and, saying farewell to the priest, they went back to Wolfe's camp, east of the Montmorency, across which stream De Levis lay facing them.

During their absence a party of skirmishers had been cut off by St.Luc, and the whole British army had been disturbed by the activities of the daring Chevalier.

But, on the other hand, Wolfe was recovering from a serious illness.