He had found true friends in the woods, men who would and did risk their own lives to save his.
The dawn came swiftly, flooding the earth with light.

Daganoweda and many of the Mohawk warriors awoke, but the young Philadelphia captain and his men slept on, plunged in the utter stupor of exhaustion.
Tayoga, who had made a supreme effort, both physical and mental, also continued to sleep, and Robert, lying with his feet to the coals, never stirred.
Daganoweda shook himself, and, so shaking, shook the last shred of sleep from his eyes.

Then he looked with pride at his warriors, those who yet lay upon the ground and those who had arisen.

He was a young chief, not yet thirty years of age, and he was the bloom and flower of Mohawk courage and daring.

His name, Daganoweda, the Inexhaustible, was fully deserved, as his bravery and resource were unlimited.