Yes, Willet was right.
A long time passed and Tayoga, lying down with his ear to the earth, was listening.

It was so dark now that hearing, not sight, must tell when Tandakora came.
"I go into the forest," whispered the Onondaga, "but I return soon." "Don't take any needless risks," said Willet.
Tayoga slipped into the dusk, fading from sight like a wraith, but in five minutes he came back.
"Tandakora is at hand," he whispered.

"He lies with his warriors in the belt of pine woods.

They are watching the light in the Seigneur's window, but presently they will steal upon the house." "And find us on watch," said Willet, an exultant tone appearing in his voice.

"To the landing, Robert, and tell Zeb they're here on our side." The lank lad returned with Robert, though he left part of his men at that point to guard against surprise, and the bulk of the force, under Willet, crowded behind the grape arbor awaiting the onslaught of Tandakora who, they knew, would come in caution and silence.
Another period that seemed to Robert interminable, though it was not more than half an hour, passed, and then he saw dimly a gigantic figure, made yet greater by the dusk.