Water, and their ability to get it whenever they wanted it, was the key to everything, and he painted their situation in such bright colors that his two comrades could not keep from sharing his enthusiasm.
"Truly, Dagaeoga did not receive the gift of words in vain," said Tayoga.

"Golden speech flows from him, and it lifts up the minds of those who hear.

Manitou finds a use for everybody, even for the orator." "Though it was a hard task, even for Manitou," laughed Robert.
They watched the whole afternoon without any demonstration from the enemy--they expected none--and toward evening the Onondaga, who was gazing into the north, announced a dark shadow on the horizon.
"What is it ?" asked Robert.

"A cloud?
I hope we won't have another storm." "It is no cloud," replied Tayoga.

"It is something else that moves very fast, and it comes in our direction.