Look to the east, Tayoga, lad, and tell me if you think that's a point of light on the mountain over there." The Onondaga studied intently the dark wall of the east, and presently his eyes picked out a dot against its background, infinitesimal like the light of a firefly, but not to be ignored by expert woodsmen.
"Yes, Great Bear," he replied, "I see it is not larger than the littlest star, but it moves from side to side, and I think it is a signal." "So do I, lad.

The lake is narrow here, and the answer, if there be any, will come from the west shore.

Now we'll look, all together.
Three pairs of eyes are better than one." The two lads ceased paddling, holding the canoe steady, with an occasional stroke, and began to search the western cliffs in methodical fashion, letting the eye travel from the farthest point in the north gradually toward the south, and neglecting no place in the dark expanse.
"There it is!" exclaimed Robert.

"Almost opposite us! I believe it's in the very cliff at the point of which I lay!" "See it, winking and blinking away." "Yes, that's it," said Robert.

"Now I wonder what those two lights are saying to each other across Lake George ?" "It might be worth one's while to know, for they're surely signaling.
It may be about us, or it may be about the army in the south." "I didn't find anything but trouble," said Robert.