Once he heard light footsteps and hid deep in the bush.

From his covert he saw a band of warriors at least twenty in number go by, their lean, sinewy figures showing faintly in the dusk.

Their faces were turned toward the south and he shuddered.

Already they were beginning to raid the border.

He knew that they had taken little or no part in the battle at Ticonderoga, but now the great success of the French would bring them flocking back to Montcalm's banner, and they would rush like wolves upon those whom they thought defenseless, hoping for more slaughters like that of William Henry.
Tandakora would not neglect such a glowing opportunity for scalps.