"Our own army is ready and I think the fate of America will soon be decided here on this cloudy morning." Another light puff of rain struck Robert in the face, but as before he did not notice it.

The crackling fire of the sharpshooters increased.
They were stinging the British flanks and more men in scarlet fell, but the army of Wolfe remained immovable, waiting, always waiting.

It was for Montcalm now to act.

French field pieces added their roar to the crackle of rifles and muskets, and now and then the fierce yell of the Indians rose above both.

Robert thought he saw a general movement in the French lines, and his thought was Willet's also.
"The moment has come! Steady, lads! Steady!" said the hunter.
The whole French army suddenly began to advance, the veterans and the militia together, uttering great shouts, while the Indians on the flanks gave forth the war whoop without ceasing.