He crept a little farther forward, hoping for another view, and Tayoga noticed his eager, questing gaze.
"What is it, Dagaeoga ?" he asked.

"Whom do you hate so much ?" "I saw the French Colonel, De Courcelles, and I was seeking to draw a bead on him, but he has gone." "Perhaps he has, but another takes his place.

Look at the clump of bushes directly in front of us and you will see a pale blue sleeve which beyond a doubt holds the arm of a French officer.

The arm cannot be far away from the head and body, which I think we will see in time, if we keep on looking." Both watched the bushes with a concentrated gaze and presently the head and shoulders, following the arm, disclosed themselves.

Robert raised his rifle and took aim, but as he looked down the sights he saw the face among the leaves, and a shudder shook him.