He's been hunting us too, and when he comes back to his camp he'll be after us all four again.

So, that's why we hurry." "You're in no bigger hurry than I am," said Grosvenor with attempt at a smile.

"If I could find the seven-league boots I'd put them on." Tayoga once more led the way, and he examined the forest on all sides with eyes that saw everything.
Robert and Willet were greatly refreshed by their rest at the creek, and the promise of life that had been made again so wonderfully put new strength in Grosvenor's frame.

So they were able to travel at a good pace, though the three listened continually for any sound that might indicate pursuit.
Yet as the morning progressed there was no hostile sign and their confidence rose.
Robert hoped most devoutly that they would soon come within the region of friends.

While the French and Indians held the whole length of Lake Champlain and it was believed Montcalm would fortify somewhere near Ticonderoga, yet Lake George was debatable.