Then the soldiers, save six who had been posted as guard, stretched themselves on grass or leaves, and fell asleep, one by one.

Tayoga who had made the greatest physical effort followed them to the land of slumber, but Captain Colden sat and talked with Robert and Willet, although it was now far past midnight.
The bushes parted and a dark figure, making no sound as it came, stepped into the circle of light.

It was Black Rifle and his eyes still glittered, but he said nothing.

Robert thought he saw upon his face a look of intense satisfaction and once more he shuddered a little.

The man lay down with his rifle beside him, and fell asleep, his hands still clutching his weapon.
Before dawn Daganoweda and the Mohawks came back also, and Robert in behalf of them all thanked the young chief in the purest Mohawk, and with the fine phrasing and apt allegory so dear to the Indian heart.
Daganoweda made a fitting reply, saying that the merit did not belong to him but to Manitou, and then, leaving a half dozen of his warriors to join in the watch, he and the others slept before the fire.
"It was well that you played so strongly upon the feelings of the Mohawks at that test in the vale of Onondaga, Robert," said Willet.