Nor did they forget, as they climbed, to exercise the utmost caution, looking everywhere for an ambush.

They knew that St.Luc, while defeated, would never be dismayed, and it would be like him to turn on the rangers and Mohawks in the very moment of their victory and snatch it from them.

But there was no sign of a foe's presence, although Daganoweda's men soon struck the trail of the fleeing enemy.
They paused at the summit a minute or two for breath, and Robert looked back with mixed emotions at Andiatarocte, a vast sheet of blue, then of green under the changing sky, the scene of a naval victory of which he had not dreamed a few days ago.

But the lake bore no sign of strife now.
The islands were all in peaceful green and the warlike boats were gone, save at the foot of the cliff they had just climbed.

There they, too, looked peaceful enough, as if they were the boats of fishermen, and the guards, some of whom were aboard the fleet and some of whom lay at ease near the edge of the water, seemed to be men engaged in pursuits that had nothing to do with violence and war.
Tayoga's eyes followed Robert's.
"Andiatarocte is worth fighting for," he said.