He refused to reply.

They came presently to the little valley that Tandakora had in mind, an open place, with a tree in the center, and much dead wood scattered about.

Tayoga knew instinctively that this was their destination, and his heart would have sunk within him had it not been for the whispers of Tododaho that he had heard on the march.

The Ojibway gave the word and the file of warriors stopped.

The hills enclosing the valley were much higher on the right than elsewhere, and touching Tayoga on the arm, he said: "Walk with me to the crest there." Tayoga, without a word, walked with him, while the other warriors stood watching, musket or rifle in hand.
The Onondaga, wrists bound behind him, knew that he did not have the slightest chance of escape, even if he made a sudden dash into the woods.