He had not found the remotest chance to escape while in the village, but it might come on the march, and there was also a relief and pleasant excitement in entering the wilderness again.

He joyously made ready, the Dove gave her lord and equal, not her master, a Spartan farewell, and the formidable band, Robert in the center, plunged into the forest.
When the great mass of green enclosed them he felt a mighty surge of hope.
His imaginative temperament was on fire.

A chance for him would surely come.

Tayoga might be hidden in the thickets.

Action brought renewed courage.