He noted when the thin line of detached warriors began to advance again, he was even able to trace the step of Tandakora, heavier than the others, and to discern when the Ojibway chief stopped a second time, trying to pierce the thickets with his eyes.
"Tandakora is in doubt," he whispered to Robert.

"The call of the crow which at first seemed so friendly has another meaning now.

He is not so sure that friends are here after all, but he does not understand how an enemy happens to be behind him.

He is angry, too, that his own pretty ambush, in which he was sitting so cunningly waiting for us, is broken up.

Tandakora's humor is far from good, but, because of it, mine is excellent." "You certainly learned the dictionary well when you were in our schools," Robert whispered back, but as full as ever of admiration for Tayoga's powers.