It saw him making a victorious flight through the forest, his arrival at the shining lake, and his reunion with Willet and Tayoga, those faithful friends of many a peril.
He knew that if he waited long enough he would hear the Indian call once more, as the bands must talk to one another if they carried out a concerted pursuit, and he decided that when it came he would go.

It would be his signal too.

The only trouble lay in the fact that they might be too near when the cry was sent.

Yet he must take the risk, and there was his sentinel bird still pluming itself in brilliant colors on its waving bough.
The bird sang anew, pouring forth a brilliant tune, and Robert from his covert smiled up at it again.

It had a fine spirit, a gay spirit like his own and now it would surely warn him if danger crept too close.