Robert, as he walked back to the thickets in which the defenders lay, felt that Indian eyes were upon him, and that perhaps an Indian bullet would speed toward him, despite St.Luc.

Tandakora and the savages around him could not always be controlled by their French allies, as was to be shown too often in this war.

His sensitive mind once more turned fancy into reality and the hair on his head lifted a little, but pride would not let him hasten his steps.
No gun was fired, and, with an immense relief, he sank down behind a fallen log, and by the side of Colden and Willet.
"What did the Frenchman want ?" asked the young captain.
"Our instant and unconditional surrender.

Knowing how you felt about it, I gave him your refusal at once." "Well done, Mr.Lennox." "He said that in case of a rush and heavy loss by his Indians he perhaps would not be able to control them in the moment of victory, which doubtless is true." "They will know no moment of victory.

We can hold them off." "Where is Tayoga ?" asked Robert of Willet.
The hunter pointed westward.
"Why, the cliff shuts off the way in that direction!" said Robert.
"Not to a good climber." "Do you mean, then, that Tayoga is gone ?" "I saw him go.