De Courcelles and Jumonville, standing on the bank, waved them farewell, and they held their paddles aloft a moment or two in salute.

Then a bend shut them from view.
"I don't trust them," said Robert, after a long silence.

"This is our soil, but they march over it and calmly assume that it's their own." "King George claims it, and King Louis claims it, too," said Willet in a whimsical tone, "but I'm thinking it belongs to neither.

The ownership, I dare say, will not be decided for many a year.

Now, Tayoga, what do you think has become of that demon, Tandakora ?" The Onondaga looked at the walls of foliage on either side of the stream before answering.
"One cannot tell," he said in his precise language of the schools.