Suppose we curve to the right through these thick bushes, and from the slope there I think we can get a much better view of the band." They advanced softly upon rising ground, and being able to approach two or three hundred yards, saw quite clearly all those around the fire.

The white man was in truth De Courcelles, and the gigantic Indian, although there could have been no mistake about him, was Tandakora, the Ojibway.
The warriors, about thirty in number, were, Willet thought, a mingling of Ojibways, Pottawattomies and Ottawas.

All were in war paint and were heavily armed, many of them carrying big muskets with bayonets on the end, taken from Braddock's fallen soldiers.

Three had small swords belted to their naked waists, not as weapons, but rather as the visible emblems of triumph.
As he looked, Robert's head grew hot with the blood pumped up from his angry heart.

It seemed to him that they swaggered and boasted, although they were but true to savage nature.
"Easy, lad," said Willet, putting a restraining hand upon his shoulder.
"It's their hour.