It was a painted feather in the scalp lock of a Huron," replied the Onondaga.
"And where he is others are sure to be." "Well spoken, Dagaeoga.

They have discovered already that the soldiers are not by the fire, and now they will search for them." "They will lie almost flat on their faces and follow, a little, the broad trail the city men have left." "Doubtless, Dagaeoga." Willet had already warned Captain Colden, and the soldiers were ready.
Tayoga was on Robert's right, and on his left was Black Rifle to whom his attention was now attracted.

The man's eyes were blazing in his dark face, and his crouched figure was tense like that of a lion about to spring.

Face and attitude alike expressed the most eager anticipation, and Robert shuddered.

The ranger would add more lives to the toll of his revenge, and yet the youth felt sympathy for him, too.
Then his mind became wholly absorbed in the battle, which obviously was so close at hand.
Their position was strong.