Had they endured so much, had they escaped so many dangers, merely to take part in such a disaster?
Unconsciously he began to shout in an effort to encourage those with him, and although he did not know it, it was a reply to the war cries of Tandakora.

The smoke and the odors of the burned gunpowder filled his nostrils and throat, and heated his brain.

Now and then he would stop his own shouting and listen for the reply of Tandakora.

Always it came, the ferocious note of the Ojibway swelling and rising above the warwhoop of the other Indians.
"Dagaeoga looks for Tandakora," said the Onondaga.
"Truly, yes," replied Robert.

"Just now it's my greatest wish in life to find him with a bullet.