He would not miss such a chance." "He is here." "But you said you hadn't seen him." "I have not seen him, but O, Dagaeoga, I have heard him.

Did not we observe when we were in the forest that ear was often to be trusted more than eye?
Listen to the greatest war shout of them all! You can hear it every minute or two, rising over all the others, superior in volume as it is in ferocity.

The voice of the Ojibway is huge, like his figure." Now, in very truth, Robert did notice the fierce triumphant shout of Tandakora, over and above the yelling of the horde, and it made him shudder again and again.

It was the cry of the man-hunting wolf, enlarged many times, and instinct with exultation and ferocity.

That terrible cry, rising at regular intervals, dominated the battle in Robert's mind, and he looked eagerly for the colossal form of the chief that he might send his bullet through it, but in vain; the voice was there though his eyes saw nothing at which to aim.
Farther and farther back went the rangers, and the youth's heart was filled with anger and grief.