All the morning they watched with that wonderful patience of men who knew how to wait.

The visiting savages were quiet, the missionaries moved about in and out of the shops and cabins; the Christian indians worked industriously in the fields, while the renegades lolled before a prominent teepee.
"This quiet looks bad," whispered Jonathan to Wetzel.

No shouts were heard; not a hostile Indian was seen to move.
"They've come to a decision," whispered Jonathan, and Wetzel answered him: "If they hev, the Christians don't know it." An hour later the deep pealing of the church bell broke the silence.
The entire band of Christian Indians gathered near the large log structure, and then marched in orderly form toward the maple grove where the service was always held in pleasant weather.

This movement brought the Indians within several hundred yards of the cliff where Zane and Wetzel lay concealed.
"There's Heckewelder walking with old man Wells," whispered Jonathan.

"There's Young and Edwards, and, yes, there's the young missionary, brother of Joe.