But guard yourself, St.Luc!" "And you, Lennox, look well to yourself when Braddock marches! Every twig and leaf will spout danger!" His light manner was wholly gone for the moment, and his words were full of menace.

Up the street, a sentinel walked back and forth, and Robert could hear the faint fall of his feet on the sand.
"Once more I bid you beware, St.Luc!" he exclaimed, and raising his voice he shouted: "A spy! A spy!" He heard the sentinel drop the butt of his musket heavily against the earth, utter an exclamation and then run toward them.

His shout had also been heard at the tavern, and the guests, bareheaded, began to pour out, and look about confusedly to see whence the alarm had come.
Robert looked at the sentinel who was approaching rapidly, and then he turned to see what St Luc would do.

But the Frenchman was gone.

Near them was a mass of shrubbery and he believed that he had flitted into it, as silently as the passing of a shadow.