St Luc, driven from the field, would be none the less dangerous than if he had been victor upon it.
The whole Indian fleet formed in a half circle and the Chevalier ceased to wave orders with his sword.

Then he drew himself up, stood rigidly erect, despite his unstable footing, faced the land, and, using the sword once more, gave a soldier's salute to the foe.

The act was so gallant, so redolent of knightly romance that despite themselves the rangers burst into a mighty cheer, and the Mohawks, having the Indian heart that always honored a brave foe, uttered a long and thrilling whoop of approval.
Robert, carried away by an impulse, sprang upon a rock and whirled his rifle around his head in an answering salute.

St.Luc evidently saw, and evidently, too, he recognized Robert, as he lifted his sword in rejoinder.

Then the Indians, bent to their paddles, and the fleet, hanging together, swept around the island and out of sight.