drew near.

A couple of miles above the Foulon the _Hunter_ was
anchored in midstream. As arranged, Chads left the south
shore and steered straight for her. To his surprise he
saw her crew training their guns on him. But they held
their fire. Then Wolfe came alongside and found that she
had two French deserters on board who had mistaken his
boats for the French provision convoy that was expected
to creep down the north shore that very night and land
at the Foulon. He had already planned to pass his boats
off as this convoy; for he knew that the farthest up of
Holmes's men-of-war had stopped it above Pointe-aux-
Trembles. But he was glad to know that the French posts
below Cap Rouge had not yet heard of the stoppage.

From the _Hunter_ his boat led the way to Sillery Point,
half a mile above the Foulon. 'Halt! Who comes there!'
--a French sentry's voice rang out in the silence of the
night. 'France!' answered young Fraser, who had been
taken into Wolfe's boat because he spoke French like a
native. 'What's your regiment?' asked the sentry. 'The
Queen's,' answered Fraser, who knew that this was the
one supplying the escort for the provision boats the
British had held up. 'But why don't you speak out?' asked
the sentry again. 'Hush!' said Fraser, 'the British will
hear us if you make a noise.' And there, sure enough,
was the _Hunter_, drifting down, as arranged, not far
outside the column of boats. Then the sentry let them
all pass; and, in ten minutes more, exactly at four