Robert made himself as comfortable as he could behind a log, although he longed to stand upright, and walk about once more like a human being.

It was now mid-afternoon and if the smoke had meant nothing good for them it was time for Tayoga to be back.

It was not conceivable that such a marvelous forester and matchless runner could have been taken, and, since he had not come, Robert's heart again beat to the tune of hope.
Willet with whom he talked a little, was of like opinion.

He looked to Tayoga to bring them help, and, if he failed their case, already hard, would become harder.

The hunter did not conceal from himself the prowess and skill of St.Luc and he knew too, that the savage persistency of Tandakora was not to be held lightly.