While they were contending with the wind and snow, Glenlyon was supping and playing at cards with those whom he meant to butcher before daybreak.

He and Lieutenant Lindsay had engaged themselves to dine with the old Chief on the morrow.
Late in the evening a vague suspicion that some evil was intended crossed the mind of the Chief's eldest son.

The soldiers were evidently in a restless state; and some of them uttered strange cries.

Two men, it is said, were overheard whispering.

"I do not like this job;" one of them muttered, "I should be glad to fight the Macdonalds.