The air was chill and the scene in the black forest of winter was desolate, but Tayoga was happy.

Tododaho on his great shining star had watched over him and showered him with favors, and he had no doubt that he would remain under the protection of the mighty chief who had gone away so long ago.
Tayoga looked down at his comrades, who still slept soundly, and smiled.

The three were bound together by powerful ties, and the events of recent months had made them stronger than ever.

In the school at Albany he had absorbed much of the white man's education, and, while his Indian nature remained unchanged, he understood also the white point of view.

He could meet both Robert and Willet on common ground, and theirs was a friendship that could not be severed.
Now he made a circle about their camp, and, being assured that no enemy was near, came back to the point where Robert and Willet yet slept.