Presently a sound like a sigh came down the gorge, but it soon grew.
"We'll go inside," said Tayoga, "because the deluge is at hand." They crowded themselves into their crude little hut, and in five minutes the flood was upon them, pouring with such violence that some of it forced its way through the hasty thatch, but they were able to protect themselves with their blankets, and they slept the night through in a fair degree of comfort.
In the morning they saw a world washed clean, bright and shining, and they breathed an autumnal air wonderful in its purity.

Feeling safe now from pursuit, they were no longer eager to flee.

A brief council of three decided that they would hang once more on the French and Indian flank.

It had been their purpose to discover what was intended by the formidable array they had seen, and it was their purpose yet.
They did not go back on their path, but they turned eastward into a land of little and beautiful lakes, through which one of the great Indian trails from the northwest passed, and made a hidden camp near the shore of a sheet of water about a mile square, set in the mountains like a gem.

They had method in locating here, as the trail ran through a gorge less than half a mile to the east of their camp, and they had an idea that the spy, Garay, might pass that way, two of them always abiding by the trail, while the third remained in their secluded camp or hunted game.