The troop, hidden in the bushes, was now completely silent.  The Philadelphia men, used to contiguous houses and streets, were not afraid, but they were appalled by their extraordinary position at night, in the deep brush of an unknown wilderness with a creeping foe coming down upon them.  Many a hand quivered upon the rifle barrel, but the heart of its owner did not tremble.

The moonlight was scant and the stars were few.  To the city men trees and bushes melted together in a general blackness, relieved only by a single point of light where the fire yet smoldered, but Robert, kneeling by the side of Tayoga, saw with his trained eyes the separate trunks stretching away like columns, and then far beyond the fire he thought he caught a glimpse of a red feather raised for a moment above the undergrowth.

“Did you see!” he whispered to Tayoga.

“Yes.  It was a painted feather in the scalp lock of a Huron,” replied the Onondaga.

“And where he is others are sure to be.”

“Well spoken, Dagaeoga.  They have discovered already that the soldiers are not by the fire, and now they will search for them.”

“They will lie almost flat on their faces and follow, a little, the broad trail the city men have left.”

“Doubtless, Dagaeoga.”

Willet had already warned Captain Colden, and the soldiers were ready.  Tayoga was on Robert’s right, and on his left was Black Rifle to whom his attention was now attracted.  The man’s eyes were blazing in his dark face, and his crouched figure was tense like that of a lion about to spring.  Face and attitude alike expressed the most eager anticipation, and Robert shuddered.  The ranger would add more lives to the toll of his revenge, and yet the youth felt sympathy for him, too.  Then his mind became wholly absorbed in the battle, which obviously was so close at hand.

Their position was strong.  Just behind them the thickets ended in a cliff hard to climb, and on the right was an open space that the enemy could not cross without being seen.  Hence the chief danger was in front and on the left, and most of the men watched those points.

“I can see the bushes moving about a hundred yards away,” whispered Tayoga.  “A warrior is there, but to fire at him would be shooting at random.”

“Let them begin it.  They’ll open soon.  They’ll know by our absence from the fire that we’re looking for ’em.”

“Spoken well, Dagaeoga.  You’ll be a warrior some day.”

Robert smiled in the dark.  Tayoga himself was so great a warrior that he could preserve his sense of humor upon the eve of a deadly battle.  Robert also saw bushes moving now, but nothing was definite enough for a shot, and he waited with his fingers on the trigger.

“The enemy is at hand, Captain Colden,” said Willet.  “If you will look very closely at the thicket about one hundred yards directly in front of us you’ll see the leaves shaking.”