It's a signal." "So it is, and unless I reckon ill it's the signal of my cousin Daganoweda, returning from the great war trail that he has trod against the wild Ojibway, Tandakora." The song of a bird trilled from his own throat in reply, and then from the forest came Daganoweda and his warriors in a dusky file.

Robert and young Brant fell in with them and walked toward the house.

Not a word was spoken, but the eyes of the Mohawk chieftain were gleaming, and his bearing expressed the very concentrated essence of haughty pride.

At the house they stopped, and, young Brant going in, brought forth Colonel Johnson.
"Well, Daganoweda," said the white man.
"I met Tandakora two days' journey north of Mount Johnson," replied the Mohawk.

"His numbers were equal to our own, but his warriors were not the warriors of the Hodenosaunee.