Robert and Willet glanced at each other.
They, too, believed.

An electric current had passed from Tayoga to them, and, for the moment, their trust in Tododaho was almost as great as his.
At the same time, a partial darkening of the night occurred, clouds floating up from the south and west, and dimming the moon and stars.
"How far would you say it is from one shore to the other ?" asked Robert of Willet.
"About sixty feet," replied the hunter, "but it's a long tree, and it will easily bear the weight of the three of us all the way.

We may be attacked while we're upon it, but if so we have our rifles." "It is the one chance that Tododaho has offered to us, and we must take it," said Tayoga, as he led the way upon the natural bridge.

Robert followed promptly and Willet brought up the rear.
The banks were high at that point, and the river flowed rather more swiftly than usual.

Robert, ten feet beyond the southern shore, looked down at a dark and sullen current, seeming in the dim moonlight to have interminable depths.