Here was the fellow who had tried to take his life in Albany, and, if he wished revenge, the moment was full of opportunity.

Yet he could never fire at a man's back, and it was their cue, moreover, to take him alive.
Garay's rifle was leaning against a log, six or eight feet from him, and his attitude indicated that he might be asleep.

His clothing was stained and torn, and he bore all the signs of a long journey and extreme weariness.
"See what it is to come into the forest and not be master of all its secrets," whispered Tayoga.

"Garay is the messenger of Onontio (the Governor General of Canada) and Tandakora, and yet he sleeps, when those who oppose him are abroad." "A man has to sleep some time or other," said Robert, "or at least a white man must.

We're not all like an Iroquois; we can't stay awake forever if need be." "If one goes to the land of Tarenyawagon when his enemies are at hand he must pay the price, Dagaeoga, and now the price that Garay is going to pay will be a high one.