Again Clark and Beverley clasped hands and took the lead.
When they reached the next high ground they gazed in silence across a slushy prairie plot to where, on a slight elevation, old Vincennes and Fort Sackville lay in full view.
Beverley stood apart.

A rush of sensations affected him so that he shook like one whose strength is gone.

His vision was blurred.

Fort and town swimming in a mist were silent and still.

Save the British flag twinkling above Hamilton's headquarters, nothing indicated that the place was not deserted.