He was attentive, alert, keyed to immediate action.
"Can you see anything, Tayoga ?" he whispered.
"No, but I think I hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

I am not yet sure, because the footfall, if footfall it be, is almost as light as the dropping of a feather." Both remained absolutely still, not moving a leaf in their covert, and presently a huge and sinister figure walked into the open.

It seemed to Robert that Tandakora was larger than ever, and that he was more evil-looking.

His face was that of the warrior who would show no mercy, and his body, save for a waistcloth, was livid with all the hideous devices of war paint.

Behind him came a Frenchman whom Robert promptly recognized as Achille Garay, and a half dozen warriors, all of whom turned questing eyes toward the earth.
"They look for a trail," whispered Tayoga.