But, Dagaeoga, we must go ahead even if they are before us; we cannot think of turning back." "No such thought entered my head, Tayoga.

We'll run this gauntlet." "That was what I knew you would say.

The canoes from both right and left still approach.

I think they carry on a patrol in the fog, and move back and forth, always keeping in touch.

Now, we must go forward a little, or they will be upon us, but be ever so gentle with the paddle, Dagaeoga.