"What is it, Tayoga?" whispered Willet.
"Someone else stalking them too. On the right. I heard a bush move."
Both Willet and Robert heard it also as they waited, and used as they were to the forest they knew that it was made by a human being.
"What's your opinion, Tayoga?" asked the hunter.
"A warrior or warriors of the Hodenosaunee, seeking, as we are, to see those who are sending up the rings of smoke," replied the Onondaga.
"If you're right they're likely to be Mohawks, the Keepers of the
Eastern Gate."
Tayoga nodded.
"Let us see," he said.
Putting his fingers to his lips, he blew between them a note soft and low but penetrating. A half minute, and a note exactly similar came from a point in the dense bush about a hundred yards away. Then Tayoga blew a shorter note, and as before the reply came, precisely like it.
"It is the Ganeagaono," said Tayoga with certainty, "and we will await them here."