Again was French vigilance lulled, and they passed on around the headland above Anse du Foulon.
"The omens are ours," whispered Tayoga, with deep conviction.

"Now, I know that we shall arrive at the place to which we want to go.

Unless Manitou wishes us to go there, he would not have twice dulled the senses of French sentinels who could have brought a French army down upon us while we are yet in the river.

And, lo! here where we are going to land there is no sentinel!" "Under heaven, I believe you're right, Tayoga!" exclaimed Willet, with intense earnestness.
The boats swung in to the narrow beach at the foot of the lofty cliff and the men disembarked rapidly.

Then, hanging to rocks and shrubs, they began to climb.