"How long do you think it will be, Tayoga, before I can stand up and walk like a man again ?" "No one can answer that question," replied the Onondaga.

"But remember, Red Coat, that you are getting splendid practice in the art of going silently along a trail on a dark night.

It is what every forest runner must learn." Grosvenor in the dusk could not see the twinkle in Tayoga's eye, but, drawing upon fresh founts of courage and resolution, he settled himself anew to his task.

His elbows and knees ached and it was difficult to carry his rifle as he crawled along, but his ambition was as high as ever, and he would not complain.

The lone hoot of an owl came from the point on the right, where one of the Indian groups lay, and it was promptly answered by a like sound from the left where another group was hidden.
"I think they're beginning to suspect that we may have slipped away," said Willet, "and they're talking to one another about it.