What say you, Daganoweda ?" "Tonight," replied the Mohawk chief, sententiously.
There was no further discussion, and the whole force, throwing out skirmishers, moved cautiously northward through the great, green wilderness.

It was a fair night for a march, not enough moonlight to disclose them at a distance, and yet enough to show the way.

Robert kept close to Tayoga, who was just behind Willet, and they bore in toward the lake, until they were continually catching glimpses of its waters through the vast curtain of the forest.
Robert's brain once more formed pictures, swift, succeeding one another like changes of light, but in high colors.

The great lake set in the mountains and glimmering under the moon had a wonderful effect upon his imagination.

It became for the time the core of all the mighty struggle that was destined to rage so long in North America.