"I'll teach him----" "No!" The Mohican's iron grip held me in my place.
"The Night-Hawk understands.

Let the Wyandotte remain unrebuked and undisturbed while I creep down to yonder ford." "I do not intend to reconnoitre the ford until dawn," I whispered.
"Let me go, Loskiel." "Alone ?" "Secretly and alone.

The Siwanois is a magic clan.

Their Sagamores see and hear where others perceive nothing.

Let me go, Loskiel." "Then I go, also." "No." "What of our blood-brotherhood, then ?" There was a silence; then the Mohican rose, and taking my hand in his drew me noiselessly to my feet beside him.
By sense of touch alone we lifted our rifles from our blankets, blew the powder from the pans, reprimed.