be dearly won if it
lose us the gallant Wolfe!"

"He will not think so," said Julian. "And his life has been so full
of trouble and pain. I think few know how he has suffered. Perhaps
there is some truth in the old heathen saying, 'Those whom the gods
love die young.' Perhaps it has a better fulfilment and
significance now that the Light has come into the world, and that
there is no sting now in death."

They pressed each other by the hand, and Fritz swung away. It was a
moment of deep though suppressed emotion. Both men knew that they
might have looked their last upon the face of the other, and after
many years of close and brother-like companionship such partings
cannot be without their thrill of pain and wonder.

"Why must these things be?" spoke Julian, beneath his breath. "Why
must men stand up to kill and be killed? How long will it be before
the reign of the Prince of Peace, when all these things shall be
done away?"

Light showers were scudding over the landscape, sometimes blotting
out the view, sometimes illumined by shafts of golden sunlight,
which gave a curious glory to the scene. The battle was set in
array. Every disposition which military genius could suggest had
been made to avoid surprise or outflanking or any other peril.
Puffs of smoke from over the plains denoted the presence of
ambushed Indians or Canadians, and skirmishers were scouring hither
and thither to dislodge any parties who approached unpleasantly
near.

The soldiers were bidden to lie down, to be safer from accident,
and to rest themselves in preparation for what was coming. The main
body of the army was quiet, but to the left, where some woods and
houses gave cover to the enemy, the fire be came galling, and some
light infantry were sent out to make an end of the foes there, to
take and burn the houses and scatter the marksmen.

This was successfully done, and again there was quiet. Wolfe, who
seemed to be everywhere at once, went round the field once again,
cheered lustily wherever he appeared; grave, watchful, with the air
of a man who knows that the crisis of his life is at hand, and that
upon the issue of the day hang results greater than he can reckon
or comprehend.

It was about ten in the morning before his quick eye saw signs that
the enemy was at last advancing to take up the gage of battle so
gallantly thrown down. Hitherto the French had succeeded in
avoiding a pitched encounter with their foe; now they must fight