His laughter was wholly internal, and his lips did not even move.

It showed only in his eye and the general expression of his countenance.

A third shot and a fourth came, but no anxiety marred his sense of the humorous.
Then he heard the distant shouts of warriors in pursuit of a wounded bear and still he was motionless.
Willet knew that the French and Tandakora suspected no pursuit.

They believed that no American rangers would come among the lofty peaks and ridges south of the border, and he and his comrades could lie in safe hiding while the hunt went on with unabated zeal.

But he was sure one day would be sufficient for the task.