At the block house we found confirmation of the Emperor's statement.

An embassy from the Paspaheghs had come with presents, and the peace pipe had been smoked.

The spies, too, brought news that all war-like preparations had ceased in the village.

It had sunk once more into a quietude befitting the sleepy, dreamy, hazy weather.
Rolfe and I held a short consultation.

All appeared safe, but there was the possibility of a ruse.