Day came, and at the suggestion of Willet they rested again in the thickets.  Robert was not really weary, at least the spirit uplifted him, though he knew that he must not overtask the body.  His enthusiasm, based upon such a sanguine temperament, continued to rise.  Again he foresaw glittering success.  They would shake off all their foes, reach the fort in time, and lead the garrison and the people who had found refuge there safely out of the wilderness.

Where they lay the bushes were very dense.  Before hiding there they had drunk abundantly at a little brook thirty or forty feet away, and now they ate with content the venison that formed their breakfast.  Over the vast forest a brilliant sun was rising and here the leaves and grass were not burned much by summer heat.  It looked fresh and green, and the wind sang pleasantly through its cool shadows.  It appealed to Robert.  With his plastic nature he was all for the town when he was in town, and now in the forest he was all for the forest.

“I can understand why you love it so well,” he said to Tayoga, waving his hand at the verdant world that curved about them.

“My people and their ancestors have lived in it for more generations than anyone knows,” said the Onondaga, his eyes glistening.  “I have been in the white man’s schools, and the white man’s towns, and I have seen the good in them, but this is my real home.  This is what I love best.  My heart beats strongest for the forest.”

“My own heart does a lot of beating for the woods,” said Willet, thoughtfully, “and it ought to do so, I’ve spent so many years of my life in them—­happy years, too.  They say that no matter how great an evil may be some good will come out of it, and this war will achieve one good end.”

“What is that, Great Bear?”

“It will delay the work of the ax.  Men will be so busy with the rifle that they will have mighty little time for the ax.  The trees will stop falling for a while, and the forest will cover again the places where it has been cleared away.  Why, the game itself will increase!”

“How long do you think we’d better stay here?” asked Robert, his eager soul anxious to be on again.

“Patience! patience, my lad,” replied Willet.  “It’s one thing that you’ll have to practice.  We don’t want to run squarely into De Courcelles, Tandakora and their band, and meanwhile we’re very comfortable here, gathering strength.  Look at Tayoga there and learn from him.  If need be he could lie in the same place a week and be happy.”

“I hope the need will not come,” laughed the Onondaga.

Robert felt the truth of Willet’s words, and he put restraint upon himself, resolved that he would not be the first to propose the new start.  He had finished breakfast and he lay on his elbow gazing up through the green tracery of the bushes at the sky.  It was a wonderful sky, a deep, soft, velvet blue, and it tinted the woods with glorious and kindly hues.  It seemed strange to Robert, at the moment, that a forest so beautiful should bristle with danger, but he knew it too well to allow its softness and air of innocence to deceive him.