Fall on, Tayoga! Fall on!" They ate hungrily and long.

They would have been glad had they bread also, but they did not waste time in vain regrets.

When they had finished and the measure of their happiness was full, they extinguished the coals carefully, hid their store of moose meat on a high ledge in the cave, and withdrew also to its shelter.
"How much stronger do you feel now, Tayoga ?" asked Robert.
"In the language of your schools, my strength has increased at least fifty per cent in the last hour." "I've the strength of two men myself now, and thinking it over, Tayoga, I've come to the conclusion that was the best moose I ever tasted.

He was a big bull, and he may not have been young, but he furnished good steaks.

I'm sorry he had to die, but he died in a good cause." "Even so, Dagaeoga, and since we have eaten tremendously and have cooked much of the meat for further use, it would be best for us to put out the fire, and hide all trace of it, a task in which I am strong enough to help you." They extinguished carefully every brand and coal, and even went so far as to take dead leaves from the cave and throw them over the remains of the fire in careless fashion as if they had been swept there by the wind.
"And now," said Robert, "if I had the power I would summon from the sky another mighty rain to hide all signs of our banquet and of the preparations for it.