His calmness was reassuring, and it was true that the fog was an almost certain protection, while it lasted.  They smothered the fire carefully, and then, Robert was sufficient master of his nerves, to go to sleep, wrapped in the invaluable buffalo robe.  The Onondaga kept vigilant watch.  His own ear, too, heard the occasional sound made by human beings in the valley below, but he did not stir from his place.  He had absolute confidence in Robert’s report, and he would not take any unnecessary risk.

An hour or two before dawn a wind began to rise, and Tayoga knew by feeling rather than sight that the fog was beginning to thin.  If the wind held, it would all blow away by sunrise, and the rain with it.  He awakened Robert at once.

“I think we would better move now,” he said.  “We shall soon be able to see our way, and a good start ahead of the war band is important.”

They made a northward curve, passing around the valley, in which the camp of the warriors lay, and, when the sun showed its first luminous edge over the horizon, they were several miles ahead.  The steady wind had carried all the fog and rain to the southward, but the forest was still wet and dripping.

“And now,” said Tayoga, “we must pick up anew the trail of the Great Bear and Black Rifle.  We are sure they were continuing east, and by ranging back and forth from north to south and from south to north we can find it.”

It was a full two hours before they discovered it, leading up a narrow gorge, and Robert grew anxious lest the war band was already on their own traces, which the warriors were sure to see in time.  So they hastened their own pursuit and very soon came to a thicket in which the two redoubtable scouts had passed the night.  The trail leading from it was comparatively fresh and Tayoga was hopeful that they might overtake them before the next sunset.

“They do not hurry,” he said.  “The Great Bear has been telling Black Rifle of us, and now and then it was their thought to go back into the west to make another hunt for us.  My certainty about it is based on nothing in the trail.  It is just mind once more.  It is exactly the idea that a valiant and patient man like the Great Bear would have, and it would appeal too, to the soul of such a great warrior as Black Rifle.  But after thinking well upon it, they have decided that the search would be vain for the present, and once more they go on, though the wish to find us puts weights on their feet.”

Before noon they came to a place where Black Rifle shot a deer.  The useless portions of the body that the two had left behind spoke a language none could fail to understand, and they were sure it was Black Rifle who had fired the shot, because his broader footprints led to the place where the body had fallen.

“It proves,” said Tayoga, “that the rangers are still well ahead, else two such wise men as the Great Bear and Black Rifle would not take the trouble to kill a deer here and carry so much weight with them.  It is likely that the Mountain Wolf and his men are on the shores of Oneadatote itself.”