He was supremely confident that he and Tayoga would carry out their mission, in spite of everything.
"It is odd how quickly the camp sank from sight," he said.
"It is because we are in the heart of a great fog," said Tayoga.
"Since it was thick enough to hide the battle it is thick enough also to hide the camp and us from each other.

But, Dagaeoga, it is a friendly fog, as it conceals us from our enemies also." "That's so, Tayoga, but I'm thinking this fog will hold dangers for us too.

St.Luc is not likely to neglect the lake, and he'll surmise that we'll send for help.

We've had experience on the water in fogs before, and you'll have to use your ears as you did then." "So I will, Dagaeoga.

Suppose we stop now, and listen." But nothing of a hostile nature came to them through the mists and vapors, and, resuming the paddles again, they bore more toward the center of the lake, where they thought they would be likely to escape the cruising canoes of the enemy, if any should be sent out by St.
Luc.