“And you wish to get back at once? That will be rather difficult, I am afraid.”
“I do not care so much about getting back, sir. But I should like to know what has become of my cousin, David Morris, and the others.”
“You had better rest for a few days, and then I will have one of my aids see what can be done for you.”
“Thank you, general,” said Henry, and with a salute he withdrew.
The interview accorded to Silvers was similar to the foregoing, excepting that the sharpshooter was questioned in regard to such French defenses as he had seen along the river front. Then both were told that they were no longer under guard, and could come and go, within the limits of the camp, as they pleased.
CHAPTER XIII
SCALING THE HEIGHTS OF QUEBEC
Both Henry and Silvers were much interested in the inspection of the camp General Wolfe had established near the Falls of Montmorenci and along the St. Lawrence River.
The falls at this point were a grand sight, tumbling over the rough rocks that lined the gorge with a thunder which to the young soldier seemed a second Niagara. Below the falls was a stretch of smooth water, and here was a succession of shoals, dry, or nearly so, during low tide.
The French camp was within sight between the trees, and it is said that the English and French guards occasionally spoke to each other further up the small stream, where the noise was not so loud. But men as well as officers had to be careful, for each army had its sharpshooters posted, ready to bring down any enemy who showed himself.