Garay, without provocation, had attempted his life, and he could not forget it, and, for a moment or two, he felt that if the necessity should come in battle he was willing for a bullet from Tayoga to settle him.

Then he rebuked himself for harboring rancor.
Garay paused, as if he needed another rest, and looked back, though it was only a casual glance, perhaps to measure the distance he had come, and the three, standing among the dense bushes, had no fear that he saw them or even suspected that anyone was on his traces.

After a delay of a minute or so he passed over the crest and Robert, Willet and Tayoga moved on in pursuit.

The Frenchman evidently knew his path, as the chase led for a long time over hills, down valleys and across small streams.

Toward morning he put his fingers to his lips and blew a shrill whistle between them.