The host was so great that some marched on the very edge of our thicket.

I could see through the leaves the brown Skins not a yard away.

The slightest noise would bring the sharp Indian eyes peering into the gloom, and we must be betrayed.
In that moment, which was one of the gravest of my life, I had happily no leisure to think of myself.

My whole soul sickened with anxiety for the girl.

I knew enough of Indian ways to guess her fate.