No wind blew, their footsteps made no sound and the intense stillness of the forest wove itself into the texture of Robert's mind.

His extraordinary fancy peopled it with phantoms.

There was a warrior in every bush, but, secure in the comradeship of his two great friends, he went on without fear.
"There is no signal," whispered Tayoga at last.

"They do not even imitate the cry of bird or beast, and it proves one thing, Great Bear." "So it does, Tayoga." "You know as well as I do, Great Bear, that they make no sound because they have set the trap, and they do not wish to alarm the game which they expect to walk into it." "Even so, Tayoga.

Our minds travel in the same channel." "But the game is suspicious, nevertheless," continued Tayoga in his precise school English, "and the trap will not fall." "No, Tayoga, it won't fall, because the game won't walk into it." "Tandakora will suffer great disappointment.