Winter was not far away, but the day suited a runner like Tayoga who wished to make speed through the wilderness.

He stood for a moment or two at the edge of the forest, a strong, slender figure outlined against the brown, waved his hand to his friends watching on the palisade, and then disappeared.
"A great Indian," said young Wilton thoughtfully.

"I confess that I never knew much about the red men or thought much about them until I met him.

I don't recall having come into contact with a finer mind of its kind." "Most of the white people make the mistake of undervaluing the Indians," said Robert, "but we'll learn in this war what a power they are.

If the Hodenosaunee had turned against us we'd have been beaten already." "At any rate, Tayoga is a noble type.