They are thin, awfully thin, terribly thin, so thin that there is scarcely enough to make a circle for their belts.

They have not eaten for four days, and they are about to kill their last horse.

When he is gone they will have to live on fresh air and scenery." "Now I know Lennox that you're drawing on your imagination and that you're a false prophet," said Colden.
"I hope my prediction won't come true, and I don't believe it will," said Robert cheerfully.
Several nights later when there was no moon, and no stars, Willet and Tayoga slipped out of the fort.

Colden was much opposed to their going, fearing for their lives, and knowing, too, how great a loss they would be if they were taken or slain, but the hunter and the Onondaga showed the utmost confidence, assuring him they would return in safety.
Colden became quite uneasy for them after they had been gone some hours, and Robert, although he refused to show it, felt a trace of apprehension.

He knew their great skill in the forest, but Tandakora was a master of woodcraft too, and the Frenchmen also were experienced and alert.