His extraordinary imagination was again up and leaping and the picture it created for him was as glowing and vivid as fact.

They had gone some distance, and then they had come back, continually searching the thickets of the opposite shore with their powerful and trained eyesight.

They had felt disappointed because they had seen no trace of the hunted, who had surely come by this time against the barrier of the river.

Frenchman and Ojibway were in a state of angry wonder at the disappearance of the three who had vanished as if on wings in the air, leaving no trail.

Then Tandakora had chanced to look down.
His eye in the dusky moonlight had caught the faint imprint of a foot on the grass, perhaps Robert's own, and the sudden shout had been wrenched from him by his anger and mortification.