Had his been the right to choose the man who was to come to their aid, the Mohawk would have been his first choice.

Robert knew his intense hatred of the French and their red allies, and he also knew his fierce courage and great ability in battle.
The soldiers looked in some alarm at the painted host that had sprung among them, but Willet and Robert assured them insistently that these were friends, and the sound of the battle they were already waging on the flank with St.Luc's force, was proof enough.
"Captain Colden," said Robert, not forgetful that an Indian likes the courtesies of life, and can take his compliments thick, "this is the great young Mohawk Chief, Daganoweda, which in our language means 'The Inexhaustible' and such he is, inexhaustible in resource and courage in battle, and in loyalty to his friends." Daganoweda smiled and extended his hand in the white man's fashion.
Young Colden had the tact to shake it heartily at once and to say in English, which the young Mohawk chief understood perfectly: "Daganoweda, whatever praise of you Mr.Lennox has given it's not half enough.

I confess now although I would not have admitted it before, that if you had not come we should probably have been lost." He had made a friend for life, and then, without further words the two turned to the battle.

But Robert remained for a minute beside Tayoga, whose chest was still heaving with his great exertions.
"Where did you find them ?" he asked.
"Many miles to the west, Lennox.

After I descended the cliff I was pursued by Huron skirmishers, and I had to shake them off.