"I for one, Tayoga, thank you for the prophecy." "And I," said Robert.

"But we'll be together to the end." "Aye, Dagaeoga, and together we shall see what happens." Robert also saw the Philadelphians and the Virginians, and he shook hands with them in turn, every one of them giving a silent toast to victory or death.

He found Grosvenor with his own regiment, the Grenadiers.
"We may meet somewhere to-morrow, Grosvenor," he said, "but neither of us knows where, nor under what circumstances." "Just so we meet after victory, that's enough," said Grosvenor.
"Aye, so it is." The boom of a cannon came from down the river, it was followed by another and another and then by many, singularly clear in the September twilight.

A powerful British fleet ranged up in front of the Beauport shore and opened a fierce fire on the French redoubts.

It seemed as if Wolfe were trying to force a landing there, and the French guns replied.
In the distance, with the thunder of the cannonade and the flashes of fire, it looked as if a great battle were raging.
"It is nothing," said Willet to Robert, "or rather it is only a feint.
It will make Montcalm below the town think he is going to be attacked, and it will make Bougainville above it rest more easily.