His gaze wandered from the warriors to the stacked rifles and muskets, and he saw that many of them were of English or American make, undoubtedly spoil taken at the capture of Oswego.

His heart swelled with anger that the border should have its own weapons turned against it by the foe.
It did not take him long to see enough.

It was a powerful force, equipped to strike, and now he was more anxious than ever to overtake Willet.

The fog was still thick and wet, distilling the fine rain, but he had forgotten discomfort, and, turning back on his path, he sought the dip in which he had left Tayoga sleeping.

He felt a certain pride that it had been his fortune to discover the band, and, as he had marked carefully the way by which he had come, it was not a difficult task to retrace his steps.
The Onondaga was still sleeping, his back against the log, but he awoke instantly when Robert touched him gently on the shoulder.
"What is it, Dagaeoga ?" he whispered.