They all fight better for the knowledge that she is near them; and she goes her daily rounds of the ramparts, be the firing ever so hot!" The cannon were roaring again now from both lines of batteries.

The doomed fortress was holding out gallantly, and had as yet given no sign of surrender.
Wolfe was hard at work, day after day, drawing his lines closer and closer.

His military genius showed itself in every disposition of his lines and batteries.

He saw at a glance exactly what should be done, and set to work to do it in the best possible way.
"How many ships have they in the harbour ?" he asked of Julian, two days after his return from the town.
"Only two of any size--the Bienfaisant and the Prudent.

The rest have been sunk or destroyed." "I think we had better make an end of those two," said Wolfe thoughtfully.
"It might not be a task of great difficulty, if it could be done secretly," said Julian.