Once near to a lofty headland, they were hailed by a French sentinel, who heard the creaking of the boats, and who saw dim outlines in the dark, but a Scotch officer, who spoke good French, made a satisfactory reply.

The boats drifted on, and the sentinel went back to his dreams, perhaps of the girl that he had left in France.
"Did I not tell you that Manitou had blinded the French and the warriors, their allies, to-night ?" whispered Tayoga to Robert.
"Ninety-nine times out of a hundred the sentinel would have asked more, or he would have insisted upon seeing more in the dark, but Manitou dulled his senses.

The good spirits are abroad, and they work for us." "Truly, I believe it is so, Tayoga," said Robert.
"The French don't lack in vigilance, but they must be worn out," said Willet.

"It's one thing to sail on ships up and down a river, but it's quite another for an army racing along lofty, rough and curving shores to keep pace with it." They were challenged from another point of vantage by a sentinel and they saw him running down to the St.Lawrence, pistol in hand, to make good his question.

But the same Scotch officer who had answered the first placated him, telling him that theirs were boats loaded with provisions, and not to make a noise or the English would hear him.