The young Quaker had been shocked by the grim battle, but he showed a brave front nevertheless.

He had put on his military cloak to protect himself from the rain, and Robert and Grosvenor had borrowed others for the same purpose.
"We've won a victory," said Wilton, "but, as I gather, it's not final.
That St.Luc, whose name seems to inspire so much terror, will come again.

Am I not right, Lennox ?" "You're right, Wilton.

St.Luc will come not a second time only, but a third, and a fourth, if necessary." "And can't we expect any help?
We're supposed to have command of this lake for the present." "I know of none." The three walked up and down, listening to the mournful lapping of the waves on the beach, and the sigh of the dripping rain.

The stimulus of excited action had passed and they felt heavy and depressed.