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Updated: June 26, 2025
Tayoga was about to turn back from the cliff, when he heard a shout that he knew was full of significance. He understood the meaning of every cry and he translated it at once into a note of triumph. It sounded like the whoop over the taking of a scalp or the capture of a prisoner, and his curiosity was aroused. Something had happened, and he was resolved to see what it was.
He listened with the utmost attention, and when it came a second time, he was so sure that his pulses beat very fast. Willet and Tayoga, as he had hoped in the day, were out there on the lake. It had been foolish of him to think they would come in the full sunlight, exposed to every hostile eye. It was their natural course to approach in the dark and send a signal that he would know.
If we eased our way to the spring with vines then we can finish the journey to the bottom of the cliff with them." The hunter's gaze met that of the lad, and it was full of approval. "I believe you've found the way, Robert," said Willet. "Wake Tayoga and see what he thinks."
Nor were the outlying French themselves safe from him. News arrived that he intended an attack upon a château called Chatillard farther up the river but within the English lines. A band of the New England rangers, led by Willet, was sent to drive him off, and to destroy the Ojibway pest, if possible. Robert, Tayoga and Zeb Crane went with him. They arrived at the château just before twilight.
Creature, as he was, of his moods, Robert's spirits soared again at his meeting with Tayoga and Willet, those staunch friends of his, bound to him by such strong ties and so many dangers shared. The past was the past, Ticonderoga was a defeat, a great defeat, when a victory had been expected, but it was not irreparable. Hope sang in his heart and his face flushed in the dawn.
The men would sit much longer over their nuts and wine, and doubtless when the lads were gone they would enter more deeply into those plans and ventures that lay so near their hearts. "I think I shall wander among the trees behind the house," said Tayoga, when they were out of the dining-room. "I want fresh air, and I wish to hear the wind blowing among the leaves.
Luc was defeated in the battle, and he has gone to join Dieskau at Crown Point, else he would be here. I see into your black heart, Tandakora, and I see there nothing but lies." The eyes of the huge savage once more shot dark fire, and he lifted his hand, but once again he controlled himself, though the taunts of Tayoga had gone in deep and they stung like barbs.
"At all events," he said, "you are safe for the present. I'll remain with you while Tayoga goes back for Captain Colden." "If you'll be so good," said Wilton, who did not forget his manners, despite the circumstances. "I've begun to feel that we have more eyes, or at least better ones, with you among us. Where is that Indian? You don't mean to say he's gone?" Robert laughed again.
He awoke Robert and Willet, and they stood up sleepily. "Did you have a good rest, Tayoga?" Robert asked. "I did not sleep," the Onondaga replied. "Didn't sleep? Why not, Tayoga?" "In the night, Tandakora and two more came." "What? Do you mean it, Tayoga?" "They were coming, seeking to slay us as we slept, but I heard them.
Tayoga shrugged his shoulders. "Tandakora has followed us far," he said, "but this is not the ground that suits him. The forest is better than a city for the laying of an ambush." "Still, we'll watch him," said Willet.
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