It was not usual for one serving as an intermediary and spy like himself to escape, when taken, with his life and even with freedom.

Life! How precious it was! Young Lennox had said that the forest was beautiful, and it was! It was splendid, grand, glorious to one who had just come out of the jaws of death, and the air of late autumn was instinct with vitality.

He drew himself up jauntily, and his step became strong and springy.
They walked on many miles and Robert, whose speech had been so fluent before, was silent now.

Nor did the Onondaga speak either.

Garay himself hazarded a few words, but meeting with no response his spirits fell a little.