It is enough.

Tandakora, De Courcelles and the savages have come." Robert and Tayoga crouched a little lower and stared over the fallen log.

Presently the Onondaga touched the white youth on the arm.

Robert, following his gaze, made out the figure of a warrior creeping slowly through a dense thicket toward the creek.
"It is likely that Great Bear sees him, too," said Tayoga, "but we will not fire.

He will not come nearer than fifty yards, because good cover is lacking." "I understand that the contest is to be one of patience.