“We’re wanted again.” Chisholm stood at the entrance to the tent. “Brigadier Murray is leading us on a raid, upriver towards Trois-Rivières this time.”
“Why?” Cumming asked. “What good are raids? We’re not going to take Quebec. All we’re doing is burning houses and losing men to ambushes. We should go back to Louisbourg and try again next year.”
“Ask Pikestaff, for I don’t know.” Chisholm ignored Cumming. “Maybe he hopes to lure Montcalm into a general engagement.”
“Montcalm’s no fool,” MacKim said. “He’ll counter with his Indians and Canadians. This expedition will be another waste of time.” All the same, he felt a tinge of interest. At least a raid was better than singing through the woods while the Grenadiers threw themselves noisily at French redoubts.
“Wolfe says that the 78th is
