We're not saved yet, and we can't afford to relax our efforts a particle.

What is it, Tayoga ?" The Onondaga, rising from the fallen tree, had gone about twenty yards into the forest, where he was examining the ground, obviously with great concentration of both eye and mind.

He waited at least a minute before replying.

Then he said: "Our friend, the lone ranger, Black Rifle, has passed here." "How can you know that ?" asked Grosvenor in surprise.
"Come and look at his traces," said Tayoga.

"See where he has written his name in the earth; that is, he has left what you would call in Europe his visiting card." Grosvenor looked attentively at the ground, but he saw only a very faint impression, and he never would have noticed that had not the Onondaga pointed it out to him.
"It might have been left by a deer," he objected.
"Impossible," said Tayoga.