Had it not been for his glimpse of the flitting shadow his head would have been cloven to the chin.

Tayoga, with a mighty wrench, pulled out the tomahawk and examined it.

It was somewhat heavier than the usual weapon of the type and he pronounced it of French make.
"Did it come from Quebec, Tayoga ?" asked Willet.
"Perhaps," replied the young warrior, "but I saw it yesterday." "You did! Where ?" "In the belt of Tandakora, the Ojibway." "I thought so," said Robert.
"And he threw it with all the strength of a mighty arm," said the Onondaga.

"There is none near us in the forest except Tandakora who could bury it so deep in the tree.

It was all I could do to pull it out again." "And seeing his throw miss he slipped away as fast as he could!" said Willet.
"Yes, Great Bear, the Ojibway is cunning.