The Onondaga stood at the door of the cave, looking over the stones that closed its lower half.

Fresh air poured in at the upper half, but Robert saw there only a whitish veil like a foaming waterfall.
"The time o' day, Sir Tayoga, Knight of the Great Forest," he said lightly and cheerfully.
"There is no sun to tell me," replied the Onondaga.

"The face of Areskoui will be hidden long, but I know that at least half the day is gone.

The flakes make a thick and heavy white veil, through which I cannot see, and great as are the snows every winter on the high mountains, this will be the greatest of them all." "And we've come into our lair.

And a mighty fine lair it is, too.