"We must fight them off," declared Yellow Wolf.
"Perhaps we can get away before the light comes," proposed Dancing Owl.
"No, it is useless to try to get past them," Running Fox told him. "There are many Mohawks around this place. They are watching sharp. If we try to go out, they will kill us."
Then for a long time they continued silent. Each was trying to think of a way out of the predicament. They suddenly realized that they had rushed recklessly into a trap from which there seemed to be no way of escape. Regrets, however, were futile. They knew it was folly to waste time blaming themselves.
"My brothers, we have done a big thing, we must not die," Yellow Wolf told them. "We must find a way out of this thing."
"It will be hard to get away," said Crooked Foot.
"There is only one thing to do," Running Fox declared, suddenly. "We must hold out until our people come to help us."
"How will they know about it?" Crooked Foot asked, in surprise.
"I will try to go to them," Running Fox said, quietly.
"No, no, you must not do that," Spotted Deer said, anxiously. "You have risked your life to help me. You must not risk your life again. If you try to do this thing, the Mohawks may catch you. If they see who you are, terrible things will happen to you. Come, Running Fox, we will all try to get away. Then if the Mohawks catch us, we will die together."