Robert remained motionless.
The steadfastness of soul that he had acquired on the island controlled him now.

Inwardly he was in a fever, but outwardly he showed no emotion.
He glanced at Montcalm on the black horse, and St.Luc on the white, and then at the scarlet and silent ranks of Wolfe's army.

But the French were coming fast, and he knew that silence would soon burst into sudden and terrible action.
"The French lines are being thrown into confusion by the unevenness of the ground and the rapidity of their advance," said Willet.

"Their surprise at our being here is so great that it has unsteadied them.

Now they are about to open fire!" The front of the charging French burst into flame and the bullets sang in the scarlet ranks.