Once sucked beneath the deep waters of the frozen lake, exhausted as he was, there was no hope for him.

Charles cut and hacked at the ice blocks, regardless of his own personal safety; and after long labour he succeeded in moving some of them, and in dragging out the lifeless corpse, already frozen stiff, of the man he had sworn to slay.
The French were flying over the frozen ice, the Rangers in pursuit.
They came upon the strange spectacle, and stopped short in amaze.

A dead man lay upon the ice of the lake where it was broken and dangerous, his dead face turned up to the moonlight, his hands clinched and stiff and frozen.

Beside the corpse sat Charles, his glassy eyes fixed upon the dead face, himself almost as stiff and stark.
They came up and spoke to him; but he only pointed to the corpse.
"That is he--that is he!" he cried hoarsely.

"I saw him, and he saw me.