The cliffs were impossible, and, the longer he looked at it, the better Robert liked the position.
Daring men such as Colden had could hold it against a much larger force.

Let St.Luc come, he would find a brave and ready defense.
"Dagaeoga thinks we can hold the saw mill even against Sharp Sword," said Tayoga.
"How do you know I think it ?" "Because it is printed on Dagaeoga's face.

When Dagaeoga's fancy is alive, which is nearly all the time, his eyes speak and they tell one very clearly what he thinks.

His eyes say that the slope is narrow; St.Luc can come that way only; we have here more than one hundred and fifty good rifles; and in face of the storm of lead that we can send against him he cannot rush us.

That is what the eyes and face of Dagaeoga say." "You're right, Tayoga, that is what my brain thinks, though I didn't know it was printed on my face.