He went at least three hundred yards before resting, and all the while the battle called to him, the shots, the yells and the shouts still coming clearly through the thin mountain air.
He rested perhaps fifteen minutes, and he saw that, while Tayoga was unconscious, the flow of blood was still held in check by the bandages.
Resuming his burden, he went on through the forest, a full quarter of a mile now, and the last sound of the battle sank into nothingness behind him.

He was consumed with anxiety to know who had won, but there was not a sign to tell.
He came to a brook, and putting Tayoga down once more, he bathed his face freely, until the Onondaga opened his eyes and looked about, not with a veil before his eyes now, but clearly.
"Where are we, Dagaeoga ?" he asked.
"I'd tell you if I could, but I can't," replied Robert, cheerfully, rejoiced at the sight of his comrade's returning strength.
"You have left the battle behind you ?" "Yes.

I can state in general terms that we're somewhere between Andiatarocte and Oneadatote, which is quite enough for you to know at the present time.

I'm the forest doctor, and as this is the first chance I've ever had to exert authority over you, I mean to make the most of it." Tayoga smiled wanly.
"I see that you have bound up my wound," he said.

"That was well.