See that fellow standing under the tree, about a hundred yards to the south.

He's the one to give the alarm." But circumstances still favored them.

Nature was peaceful.

When they wished for the first time in their lives that their flight should be detected, nothing happened, and the vigilance of the warriors who usually watched so well seemed to be relaxed.

Robert was conscious that they were passing unseen and unheard between the sentinel on the north and the sentinel on the south.
Two hundred yards farther on, and the hunter brought his moccasin sharply down upon a dead stick which broke with a sharp snap, a sound that penetrated far in the still night.