Did he not know his red comrade?
The wilderness was like a trimmed garden to him, and neither rain, nor hail, nor snow could stop him.
As he said the word "hail" to himself it came, pattering upon the dead leaves and the palisade in a whirlwind of white pellets.

Again he shivered, and knowing it was no use to linger there returned inside, where most of the men had already gone to sleep.

He stretched himself on his blanket and followed them in slumber.

When he awoke the next morning it was still hailing, and Wilton said in a serious tone that he hoped Tayoga would give up the journey and come back to Fort Refuge.
"I like that Onondaga," he said, "and I don't want him to freeze to death in the forest.

Why, the earth and all the trees are coated with ice now, and even if a man lives he is able to make no progress." Once more Robert smiled serenely.
"You're thinking of the men you knew in Philadelphia, Will," he said.