We ought to overtake 'em by noon or soon after." The broad path, left by the rangers, was like the trail of an army to Tayoga, and they followed it at great speed, keeping a wary eye for a possible ambush on either side.

The traces grew fresher and fresher, and Tayoga read them with an eager eye.
"The Mountain Wolf, Dagaeoga and the rangers are walking rapidly," he said.

"I think it likely that they are going to join Amherst in his advance on Ticonderoga or Crown Point, or maybe they will turn west and help Waraiyageh, but, in either case, they do not feel any alarm about the warriors with whom they fought last night.

Now and then the trail of a scout branches off from their main trail, but it soon comes back again.

They feel quite sure that the warriors were only a roving band, and will not attack them again.