They would have to go down to the lake for water, and then hide in their niche.
Tayoga was about to turn back from the cliff, when he heard a shout that he knew was full of significance.

He understood the meaning of every cry and he translated it at once into a note of triumph.

It sounded like the whoop over the taking of a scalp or the capture of a prisoner, and his curiosity was aroused.

Something had happened, and he was resolved to see what it was.
Several of the warriors by the fire replied to the whoop, and then it came again, nearer but with exactly the same note, that of triumph.
The Onondaga flattened his body against the earth, and drew himself a little higher.

In the dusk, his black eyes glowed with interest, but he knew that his curiosity would soon be gratified.