Then Tayoga felt better satisfied, and he looked at the sleepers, whose faces he could still discern, despite the absence of the fire, a fair moonlight falling.
Robert and the hunter slept peacefully, but their sleep was deep.

The youth was weary from the long march in the woods, but as he slept his strong healthy tissues rapidly regained their vitality.

The Onondaga looked at the two longer than usual.

These comrades of his were knitted to him by innumerable labors and dangers shared.

In him dwelled the soul of a great Indian chief, the spirit that has animated Pontiac, and Little Turtle, and Tecumseh and Red Cloud and other dauntless leaders of his race, but it had been refined though not weakened by his white education.