When the sound died away, Tayoga imitated the bird again, and the second reply came as before.
"Now we will go forward and shake the hand of Dagaeoga," said the Onondaga.
Rising from the bush, the two walked boldly in the direction whence the reply had come, and they found a tall, straight young figure advancing to meet them.
"Robert, my lad!" exclaimed Willet.
"Dagaeoga!" said the Onondaga.
Each seized a hand of Robert and shook it.

Their meeting was not especially demonstrative, but their emotions were very deep.

They were bound together by no common ties.
"You've changed, Robert," said Willet, merely as a sort of relief to his feelings.
"And you haven't, Dave," said Robert, with the same purpose in view.
"And you, Tayoga, you're the great Onondaga chief you always were." "I hope to be a chief some day," said Tayoga simply, "and then, when I am old enough, to be a sachem too, but that rests with Tododaho and Manitou.

Dagaeoga has been away a long time, and we do not know where he went, but since he has come back out of the mists and vapors, it is well." "I understood your call at once," said Robert, "and as you know I gave the reply.

I came from Albany with Rogers to find you, and I found you quicker than I had hoped.