A log was rolled beneath the long boat under which the leaders stood, and, spreading their blankets over it, they sat down on it. There was room at the end for Robert and Tayoga, too, and Robert found that his comfort increased greatly. He was in a kind of daze, that was very soothing, and yet he saw everything that went on around him. But he still looked mostly at the great fire which zealous hands fed and which stood up a pillar of light in the darkness and cold. He reflected dimly that it was a beautiful fire, a magnificent, a most magnificent fire.
How the first man who saw the first fire must have rejoiced in it!
Toward morning the wind sank, and the sheets of rain grew thinner. Once or twice thunder moaned in the southwest, and there were occasional streaks of lightning, but they were faint, and merely disclosed fleeting strips of a black lake and a black forest.
"Before the sun rises the storm will be gone," said Tayoga. "The miracle that Areskoui worked in our behalf is finished, and the rest must be done by our own courage and skill. Who are we to ask more for ourselves than the Sun G.o.d has done?"
"We"ve been splendidly favored," said Robert, "and if he does not help us with another miracle he"ll at least shine for us before long. After such a night as this, I"ll be mighty glad to see the day, the green mountains, and the bright waters of Andiatarocte again."
"I feel the dawn already, Dagaeoga. The rain, as you see, has almost stopped, and the troubled wind will now be still. The storm will pa.s.s away, and it will leave not a mark, save a fallen tree here and there."
Tayoga"s words came true. In a half hour both wind and rain died utterly, and they breathed an air clean and sweet, as if the world had been washed anew. A touch of silver appeared on the eastern mountains, and then up came the dawn, crisp and cool after the storm, and the world was more splendid and beautiful than ever. The green on slopes and ridges had been deepened and the lake was all silver in the morning light.
The islands stood up, sharp and clear, and there were the forces of St.
Luc still on his island, and Rogers, through his powerful gla.s.ses, was able to make out the French leader himself walking about, while white men and Indians were lighting the fires on which they expected to cook their breakfasts.
Several boats and canoes were visible drawn upon the sh.o.r.e, showing that St. Luc had saved a portion of his fleet, and it appeared that he and his men did not fear another attack, or perhaps they wanted it.
Meanwhile rangers and Mohawks prepared their own breakfasts and awaited with patience the word of their leaders. Apparently there was nothing but peace. It was a camping party on the island and another on the mainland, and the waters of the lake danced in the sunshine, reflecting one brilliant color after another.
"Reenforcements are coming for St. Luc," said Robert, who saw black specks on the lake to the eastward of the island. "I think that"s a fleet of Indian canoes."
"It"s what I expected," said Tayoga. "The French and their allies had complete control of Andiatarocte until we appeared, and it is likely, when the storm began to die, Sharp Sword sent for the aid that is now coming."
The canoes soon showed clear outlines in the intense sunlight, and, as well as Rogers could judge through his gla.s.ses, they brought about fifty men, ten of whom were Frenchmen. But there were no long boats, a fact at which they all rejoiced, as in a naval battle the canoes would be at a great disadvantage opposed to the heavier craft.
"When do you think it best to make the attack?" Willet asked the leader of the rangers.
"Within an hour," replied Rogers. "If we had been in condition we might have gone at them before their help came, but it was wise to let the men rest a little after last night"s struggle."
"And it will be better for our purpose to beat two forces instead of one."
"So it will, and that"s the right spirit, Dave. You can always be depended upon to take the cheerful view of things. It"s good, old friend, for us to be together again, doing our best."
"So it is, and it"s a time that demands one"s best. The world"s afire, and our part of it is burning with the rest. What do your gla.s.ses tell you now?"
"The reenforcements are landing on the island. St. Luc himself has gone forward to meet them. He"s a fine leader. He impresses red men and white men alike, and he"ll make the new force feel that it"s the most important and timely in the world. Have you found anything in the woods, Black Rifle?"
"No," replied the swart forester, who had been circling about the camp.
"n.o.body is there. It"s just ourselves and the fellows out there on the island."
"Do you see any more canoes, Rogers, coming to the help of St. Luc?"
asked Willet.
The ranger searched long and carefully over the surface of the lake with his strong gla.s.ses and then replied:
"Not a canoe. If they have any more force afloat it"s too far in the north to reach here in time. We"ve all of our immediate enemy before us, and we"ll attack at once."
The boats and canoes were lifted into the water and the little force made ready for the naval battle.
CHAPTER X
THE NAVAL COMBAT
Robert and Tayoga went into a long boat with Willet, a boat that held eight men, all carrying paddles, while their rifles were laid on the bottom, ready to be subst.i.tuted for the paddles when the time came.
Daganoweda was in another of the large boats, and Rogers commanded a third, the whole fleet advancing slowly and in almost a straight line toward St. Luc"s stronghold.
Doubtless many a combat between Indians had taken place on Andiatarocte in the forgotten ages, but Robert believed the coming encounter would be the first in which white men had a part, and, for the moment, he forgot his danger in the thrilling spectacle that opened before him.
St. Luc, when he saw the enemy approaching, quickly launched his own fleet, and filled it with men, although he kept it well in the lee of the land, and behind it posted a formidable row of marksmen, French, Canadians and Indians. Rogers, who had the general command, paddled his boat a little in front of the others and examined the defense cautiously through his gla.s.ses. Tayoga could see well enough with the naked eye.
"St. Luc is leaning on the stump of a wind-blown tree near the water,"
he said, "and he holds in his hand his small sword with which he will direct the battle. But there is a canoe almost at his feet, and if need be he will go into it. De Courcelles is in a large boat on the right, and Tandakora is in another on the left. On the land, standing behind St. Luc, is the Canadian, Dubois."
"A very good arrangement to meet us," said Willet. "St. Luc will stay on the island, but if he finds we"re pressing him too hard, he"ll have himself paddled squarely into the center of his fleet, and do or die.
Now, it"s a lucky thing for us that our rangers are such fine marksmen, and that they have the good, long-barreled rifles."
The boats containing the Mohawks were held back under the instructions of Rogers, despite the eagerness of Daganoweda, who, however, was compelled to yield to the knowledge that red men were never equal to the finest white sharpshooters, and it was important to use the advantage given to them by the long rifles. Willet"s boat swung in by the side of that of Rogers, and several more boats and canoes, containing rangers, drew level with them. Rogers measured the distance anxiously.
"Do you think you can reach them with your rifle, Dave?" he asked.
"A few yards more and a bullet will count," replied the hunter.
"We"ll go ahead, then, and tell me as soon as you think we"re near enough. All our best riflemen are in front, and we should singe them a bit."
The boats glided slowly on, and, at the island, the enemy was attentive and waiting, with the advantage wholly on his side, had it not been for the rifles of great range, surpa.s.sing anything the French and Indians carried. St. Luc did not move from his position, and he was a heroic figure magnified in the dazzling sunlight.
Willet held up his hand.
"This will do," he said.
At a sign from Rogers the entire fleet stopped, and, at another sign from Willet, twenty rangers, picked marksmen, raised their rifles and fired. Several of the French and Indians fell, and their comrades gave forth a great shout of rage. Those in the canoes and boats fired, but all their bullets fell short, merely pattering in vain on the water.
Daganoweda and his warriors, when they saw the result, uttered an exultant war whoop that came back in echoes from the mountains. Rogers himself rejoiced openly.
"That"s the way to do it, Dave!" he cried. "Reload and give "em another volley. Unless they come out and attack us we can decimate "em."
Although it was hard to restrain the rangers, who wished to crowd closer, Rogers and Willet nevertheless were able to make them keep their distance, and they maintained a deadly fire that picked off warrior after warrior and that threatened the enemy with destruction. St. Luc"s Indians uttered shouts of rage and fired many shots, all of which fell short. Then Robert saw St. Luc leave the stump and enter his waiting canoe.
"They"ll come to meet us now," he said. "We"ve smoked "em out."
"Truly they will," said Tayoga. "They must advance or die at the land"s edge."
The portion of his fleet which St. Luc and his men had managed to save was almost as large as that of the Americans and Mohawks, and seeing that they must do it, they put out boldly from the land, St. Luc in the center in his canoe, paddled by a single Indian. As they approached, the rifles of Daganoweda"s men came into action also, and St. Luc"s force replied with a heavy fire. The naval battle was on, and it was fought with all the fury of a great encounter by fleets on the high seas.
Robert saw St. Luc in his canoe, giving orders both with his voice and the waving of his sword, while the single Indian in the light craft paddled him to and fro as he wished, stoically careless of the bullets.
In the heat and fury of the combat the fleet of Rogers came under the fire of the French and Indians on the island, many being wounded and some slain. These reserves of St. Luc in their eagerness waded waist deep into the water, and pulled trigger as fast as they could load and reload.