The Lords of the Wild - A Story of the Old New York Border by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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they would flee southward to the mouth of a small creek, in the lake,
where Robert and Willet, after making a great turn, were to join them. "It's complicated and it's a desperate chance," said Willet thoughtfully, "but I don't see anything else to do. Besides, we have got to act quickly. Being on the war-path, they won't hold him long, and you know the kind of death Tandakora will serve out to him." Robert shuddered. He knew too well, and knowing so well he was ready to risk his life to save his friend. "I think," said Tayoga, "that we had better wait until it is about two hours after midnight. Then the minds and bodies of the warriors will be at their dullest, and we will have the best chance." "Right, Tayoga," said the hunter. "We'll have to use every trifle that's in our favor. Can you see Tandakora from here?" "He is leaning against the big tree, asleep." "I'm glad of that. He may be a bit confused when he awakes suddenly and rushes off after us, full tilt, with nearly all the warriors. If only two guards are left with the prisoner, Tayoga, you can dispose of 'em." "Fortune may favor us." "Provided we use our wits and strength to the utmost." "That provision must always be made, Great Bear." |
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