He must find not only a place of security, but one of shelter from the fierce midsummer storms that sometimes broke over those mountain slopes.

Among the rocks and ravines and dense woods he might discover some such covert.

Food was contained in his knapsack and the one still fastened to the back of Tayoga, food enough to last several days, and if the time should be longer his rifle must find more.
The way became rougher, the rocks growing more numerous, the slopes increasing in steepness, and the thickets becoming almost impenetrable.
"Put me down," said Tayoga.

"We are safe from the enemy, for a while at least.

All the warriors have been drawn by the battle, and, whether it goes on now or not, they have not yet had time to scatter and seek through the wilderness." "I said I was going to be absolute master, but it looks, Tayoga, as if you meant to give advice anyhow.