Evidently she had anchored outside the reefs and was sending in a boat to look further.
Well, that was fit and proper, and his advice and assistance would be most timely.
The wind rose a little and it sang a lilting melody among the leaves.
His imagination, alive and leaping, turned it into the song of a troubadour, gay and welcoming.

Tayoga's spirits were abroad again, filling the air in the dusk, their favorite time, and he rejoiced, until he suddenly heard once more that faint note of warning, buried under the volume of the other, but nevertheless there.
Alone, driven in upon himself for so many months, he was a creature of mysticism that night.

What he imagined he believed, and, obedient to the warning, he drew back.

All the caution of the northern wilderness returned suddenly to him.

He was no longer rushing forward to make a welcome for guests awaited eagerly.