That big body of French regulars from Canada hasn't come--we know that--and there isn't force enough in Duquesne to withstand us." Willet did not say anything more, but his steps were not at all buoyant as they walked back toward the camp.

Robert, lying on a blanket, slept soundly before one of the fires, but awoke at dawn, and took breakfast with Willet, Tayoga, Grosvenor and the two young Virginians, Stuart and Cabell.
"We'll be in Duquesne tonight," said the sanguine Stuart.
"In very truth we will," said the equally confident Grosvenor.
The dawn came clear and brilliant, and the army advanced, to the music of a fine band.

The light cavalry led the way, then came a detachment of sailors who had been loaned by Admiral Keppel, followed by the English regulars in red and the Virginians in blue.

Behind them came the cannon, the packhorses, and all the elements that make up the train of an army.
It was a gay and inspiriting sight, especially so to youth, and Robert's heart thrilled as he looked.

The hour of triumph had come at last.