Wilton heard Robert beside him draw a deep breath, and he turned in surprise.  The face of young Lennox was tense and his eyes fairly blazed as he gazed at De Courcelles and the warrior.  Then looking back at the forest Robert uttered a sudden sharp, Ah! the release of uncontrollable emotion, snapping like a pistol shot.

“Did you see it, Will?  Did you see it?” he exclaimed.  “It was quicker than lightning!”

The Indian runner stooped, snatched the pistol from the belt of De Courcelles, struck him such a heavy blow on the head with the butt of it that he fell without a sound, and then his brown body shot forward like an arrow for the fort.

“Open the gate!  Open the gate!” thundered Willet, and strong arms unbarred it and flung it back in an instant.  The brown body of Tayoga flashed through, and, in another instant, it was closed and barred again.

“He is here with five minutes to spare!” said Robert as he left the palisade with Wilton, and went toward the blockhouse to greet his friend.

Tayoga, painted like a Micmac and stooping somewhat hitherto, drew himself to his full height, held out his hand in the white man’s fashion to Robert, while his eyes, usually so calm, showed a passing gleam of triumph.

“I said, Tayoga, that you would be back on time, that is by noon today,” said Robert, “and though the task has been hard you’re with us and you have a few minutes to spare.  How did you deceive the sharp eyes of Tandakora?”

“I did not let him see me, knowing he would look through my disguise, but I asked the French colonel to come forward with me at once and inspect the fort, knowing that it was my only chance to enter here, and he agreed to do so.  You saw the rest, and thus I have come.  It is not pleasant to those who besiege us, as your ears tell you.”

Fierce yells of anger and disappointment were rising in the forest.  Jumonville and two French soldiers had rushed forward, seized the reviving De Courcelles and were carrying him to one of the fires, where they would bind up his injured head.  But inside the fort there was only exultation at the arrival of Tayoga and admiration for his skill.  He insisted first on being allowed to wash off the Micmac paint, enabling him to return to his true character.  Then he took food and drink.

“Tayoga,” said Wilton, “I believed you could not come.  I said so often to Lennox.  You would never have known my belief, because Lennox would not have told it to you, but I feel that I must apologize to you for the thought.  I underrated you, but I underrated you because I did not believe any human being could do what you have done.”

Tayoga smiled, showing his splendid white teeth.  “Your thoughts did me no wrong,” he said in his precise school English, “because the elements and chance itself seemed to have conspired against me.”