Still he did not stir, and then the youth brought his hand down heavily.
Garay uttered the sigh of one who comes reluctantly from the land of sleep and who would have gone back through the portals which were only half opened, but Robert brought his hand down again, good and hard.
Then his eyes flew open and he saw the calm face beside him, and the calm eyes less than a foot away, staring straight into his own.
It must be an evil dream, he thought at first, but it had all the semblance of reality, and, when he turned his head in fear, he saw another face on the other side of him, carved in red bronze, it too only a foot away and staring at him in stern accusation.
Then all the faculties of Garay, spy and attempted assassin, leaped into life, and he uttered a yell of terror, springing to his feet, as if he had been propelled by a galvanic battery.

Strong hands, seizing him on either side, pulled him down again and the voice of Tayoga, of the clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the great League of the Hodenosaunee said insinuatingly in his ear: "Sit down, Achille Garay! Here are two who wish to talk with you!" He fell back heavily and his soul froze within him, as he recognized the faces.

His figure sagged, his eyes puffed out, and he waited in silent terror.
"I see that you recognize us, Achille Garay," said Robert, whose whimsical humor was still upon him.

"You'll recall that shot in Albany.

Perhaps you did not expect to meet my friend and me here in the heart of the northern forests, but here we are.