"Shall we not be on our way ?" "Can you lead, Mayaro ?" I whispered.
The Mohican turned and crawled southward on his hands and knees, moving slowly.
"For God's sake let them hear no sound in this belt of bush," I whispered to Lois.
"I am calm, Euan.

I am not afraid." "Then fallow the Sagamore." One by one we turned and crept away southward; and I was ever fearful that some gleam from the fire, catching our rifle-barrels or axe-heads, might betray us.

But we gained the denser growth undiscovered, then rose to our feet in the open forest and hurried forward in file, crowding close to keep in touch.
Once Lois turned and called back in a low, breathless voice; "I thank Tahoontowhee from my heart for his true eye and his avenging arrow." The young warrior laughed; but I knew he was the proudest youth in all the West that night.
The great cat-owls were shrieking and yelping through the forest as we sped southward.

My Indians, silent and morose, their vengeance unslaked and now indefinitely deferred, moved at a dog trot through the forest, led by the Sagamore, whose eyes saw as clearly in the dark as my own by day.
And after a little while we noticed the stars above us, and felt ferns and grass under our feet, and came out into that same glade from whence runs the trail to Yndaia through the western hill cleft.
"People ahead!" whispered the Sagamore.

"Their Sorceress and six Eries!" "Are you certain ?" I breathed, loosening my hatchet.
"Certain, Loskiel.