So fierce was their attack that they created the effect of double or triple their numbers, and St.Luc's French and Indians were driven down the slope to the edge of the lake, where the survivors were saved by the second band in the canoes and great boats.
The defeated men embarked quickly, but not so quickly that several more did not fall in the water.

At this moment Robert saw St.Luc, and he never admired him more.

He, too, was in forest green, but it was of the finest cloth, trimmed with green yet darker.

A cap of silky fur was on his head, and his hair was clubbed in a queue behind.

March and forest battle had not dimmed the cleanliness and neatness of his attire, and, even in defeat, he looked the gallant chevalier, without fear and without reproach.
St.Luc was in the act of stepping into one of the long boats when a ranger beside Robert raised his rifle and took aim squarely at the Frenchman's heart.