We've won, and we'll keep what we've won!" All the warriors who had landed, save the dead, were now gone, evidently swimming for some point near by, and the battle in front, as if by a preconcerted signal, also sank down suddenly.

Then St.Luc's silver whistle was heard, and French and Indians alike drew off.
Robert stood dazed by the abrupt end of the combat.

His blood was hot, and millions of black specks danced before his eyes.

The sudden silence, after so much shouting and firing, made his pulses beat like the sound of drums in his ears.

He held an empty pistol in his right hand, but he passed his left palm over his hot face, and wiped away the mingled reek of perspiration and burned gunpowder.