It was because a mighty belief that Tayoga spoke the truth had entered his soul, and what the Onondaga believed he, too, believed with an equal faith.
"I hear," he replied.
A low sound, deep and full of menace, came out of the south, and rumbled over Andiatarocte and all the mountains about it.

It was the voice of thunder, but Tayoga and Robert felt that its menace was not for them.
"One of the sudden storms of the lake comes," said the Onondaga.

"The mists will be driven away now, but the clouds in their place will be yet darker, Areskoui still holds his shrouding blanket before us." "But the lightning which will come soon, Tayoga, and which you meant, when you spoke of fire, will not that unveil us to the sentinels of St.
Luc ?" "No, because only our heads are above the water and at a little distance they are blended with it.

Yet the same flashes of fire will disclose to us their fleet and show us our way to it.

Andiatarocte has already felt the wind in the south and is beginning to heave and surge." Robert felt the lake lift him up on a wave and then drop him down into a hollow, but he was an expert swimmer, and he easily kept his head on the surface.