Robert crept to the edge of the cliff, and looked toward the west, whence Tayoga had gone.

He saw only a dazzling blue sky, unflecked by anything save little white clouds, and there was nothing to indicate whether the mission of his young Onondaga comrade would have any success.

He crept back to the side of Willet.
"Have you any opinion, Dave, about the smoke that Tayoga saw," he asked.
"None, Robert, just a hope.

It might have been made by another French and Indian band, most probably it was, but there is a chance, too, that friends built the fire." "If it's a force of any size it could hardly be English.

I don't think any troop of ours except Captain Colden's is in this region." "We can't look for help from our own race." Robert was silent, gazing intently into the west, whence Tayoga had gone.