They were seeking the French and Indians, and Garay was almost sure to lead straight to them.

It was their duty to stalk him.
"I wish he had passed in the daytime," he said ruefully.
Tayoga laughed softly.
"You have lived long enough in the wilderness, O Dagaeoga," he said, "to know that you cannot choose when and where you will do your work." "That's true, Tayoga, but while my feet are unwilling to go my will moves me on.

So I'm entitled to more credit than you who take an actual physical de light in trailing anybody at any time." The Onondaga smiled, but did not reply.

Then the three took up their arms, returned their packs to their backs and without noise left the alcove.

Robert cast one more reluctant glance at the bed of coals, but it was a farewell, not any weakening of the will to go.
Garay, after his brief rest on the summit, had passed the open space and was out of sight in the bushes, but Robert knew that both Tayoga and Willet could easily pick up his trail, and now he was all eagerness to pursue him and see what the chase might disclose.