A little farther down, the cliff sloped back to such an extent that they could climb it without trouble, and, when they surmounted the crest, they entered the bushes at the point where Garay had disappeared.
"Can you hear him now, Tayoga ?" asked Robert.
"My ears are as good as they were when I was in the ravine," replied the Onondaga, "but they do not catch any sounds from the Frenchman.
It is, as we wish, because we do not care to come so near him that he will hear." "Give him a half mile start," said Willet.

"The ground is soft here, and it won't be any sort of work to follow him.

See, here are the traces of his footsteps now, and there is where he has pushed his way among the little boughs.

Notice the two broken twigs, Robert." They followed at ease, the trail being a clear one, and the light of moon and stars now ample.

Robert began to feel the ardor of the chase.
He did not see Garay, but he believed that Tayoga at times heard him with those wonderful ears of his.