Robert knew that he must have been active in the battle all through the night, but he showed no signs of it.

He wore a fine close-fitting uniform of dark blue, and the handkerchief of lace was held aloft on the point of a small sword, the golden hilt of which glittered in the morning sunlight.

He was a strange figure in the forest, but a most gallant one, and to Robert's eyes a chevalier without fear and without reproach.
"I know that you speak good French, Mr.Lennox," said Captain Colden.

"Will you go forward and meet the Frenchman?
You will perhaps know what to say to him, and, if not, you can refer to Mr.Willet and myself." "I will do my best, sir," said Robert, glad of the chance to meet St.Luc face to face again.

He did not know why his heart leaped so every time he saw the chevalier, but his friendship for him was undeniable.