It's really and truly a miracle." "A miracle mostly of Tayoga's working," said the hunter.
"I thought the end of everything for me had come," said Grosvenor, "and I was only praying that it might not be harder for me than I could stand, when the alarm was heard in the forest, and nearly all the Indians ran off in pursuit of something or other.

Only two were left with me.

There was a shot from the woods, one of them fell, this wonderful friend of yours appeared from the forest, wounded the other, who took to his heels, then we started running in the other direction, and here we are.

It's a marvel and I don't yet see how it was done." "Tayoga's marvelous knowledge of the woods, his skill and his quickness made the greater part of the miracle," said the hunter, "and you see too, Lieutenant Grosvenor, that he even had the forethought to bring away with him the rifle and ammunition of the fallen warrior, that you might have arms now that you are strong enough to bear them again." Tayoga without a word handed him the rifle and ammunition, and Grosvenor felt strength flowing back into his body when he took them.
"Could you eat a bite ?" asked Willet.
"I think I could now," replied the Englishman, "although I'll confess I've had no appetite up to the present.

My situation didn't permit hunger." Willet handed him a piece of venison and he ate.