Then he took their three rifles, laid them together on the grass by the side of a graveled walk and, looking at the vast expanse of mountain, forest and river, drew a deep breath.
"It's not much like fighting for our lives back there in the gorge, is it, Robert ?" he asked.

"It's a strange world here in America.

We're lying in a rocky hollow one day, shooting at people who are shooting at us, and both sides shooting to kill, and two or three days later we're sitting at an inn in a town, eating off silver and china." "It's a quick and pleasant transformation," said Robert, appreciatively.
He would have called it supper, but in Montreal it was dinner, and it was served by Lizette and Marie.

There was fish from the St.Lawrence, chicken, beef, many vegetables, good white bread and coffee, all prepared in the excellent manner characteristic of Monsieur Jolivet's famous inn.

Tayoga ate abundantly but delicately.