The warriors of our great brother nation, the Ganeagaono, known to you as the Mohawks, have come to aid us." The leader of the Mohawks was none other than the daring young chief, Daganoweda himself, flushed with pride that he had come to the help of his white brethren, and eager as always for war.

He gravely saluted Robert, Willet and Tayoga.
"Dagaeoga is a storm bird," he said.

"Wherever he goes battle follows." "Either that," laughed Robert, "or because I follow battle.

How could I keep from following it, when I have Willet on one side of me and Tayoga on the other, always dragging me to the point where the combat rages fiercest ?" "Did you meet Black Rifle ?" asked Willet.
"It was he who told us of your great need," replied Daganoweda.

"Then while we came on at the speed of runners to help you, he continued north and east in the hope that he would meet Waraiyageh and white troops." "Do you know if Colonel William Johnson is in this region or near it ?" "He lay to the north with a considerable force, watching for the French and Indians who have been pouring down from Canada since their great taking of scalps by Duquesne.