It had already begun to heal, a proof of amazing vitality on the part of Tayoga, and unless the unforeseen occurred he would set a record in recovery.

Robert heaped the leaves under his head to form a pillow, and the young warrior's eyes sparkled as he looked around at their snug abode.
"I can hear the water running by the mouth of the cave," he said.

"It comes from last night's rain and flood, but what of tonight, Dagaeoga?
The skies and what they have to say mean much to us." "It will rain again.

I've been looking out.

All the west is heavy with clouds and the light winds come, soaked with damp.