On the land, standing behind St.Luc, is the Canadian, Dubois." "A very good arrangement to meet us," said Willet.

"St.Luc will stay on the island, but if he finds we're pressing him too hard, he'll have himself paddled squarely into the center of his fleet, and do or die.
Now, it's a lucky thing for us that our rangers are such fine marksmen, and that they have the good, long-barreled rifles." The boats containing the Mohawks were held back under the instructions of Rogers, despite the eagerness of Daganoweda, who, however, was compelled to yield to the knowledge that red men were never equal to the finest white sharpshooters, and it was important to use the advantage given to them by the long rifles.

Willet's boat swung in by the side of that of Rogers, and several more boats and canoes, containing rangers, drew level with them.

Rogers measured the distance anxiously.
"Do you think you can reach them with your rifle, Dave ?" he asked.
"A few yards more and a bullet will count," replied the hunter.
"We'll go ahead, then, and tell me as soon as you think we're near enough.

All our best riflemen are in front, and we should singe them a bit." The boats glided slowly on, and, at the island, the enemy was attentive and waiting, with the advantage wholly on his side, had it not been for the rifles of great range, surpassing anything the French and Indians carried.