His subtle Indian instinct warned him not to do so.

For the Onondaga the forest was not free now from danger, and he would watch while his white friends slept.
Tayoga arose, after a while, and taking a stick, scattered the coals of the fire.

But he did it in such a manner that he made no noise, the hunter and young Lennox continuing to sleep soundly.

Then he watched the embers, having lost that union which is strength, die one by one.

The conquered darkness came back, recovering its lost ground, slowly invading the glade, until it was one in the dusk with the rest of the forest.