"I think it's a fine sky, Tayoga," Willet replied with a humorous inflection. "But I've always admired it, whether it's blue or gray or just black, spangled with stars."
Tayoga smiled.
"What does the Great Bear think of the sky?" he repeated. "Do the signs say to him that the coming night will be dark like the one that has just gone before?"
"They say it will be dark, Tayoga, but I don't believe we'll have the rain again."
"We do not want the rain, but we do want the dark. Tonight when the moon and stars fail to come we must leave the hollow."
"By what way, Tayoga?"
The Onondaga pointed to the river.
"We have the canoe," he said.
"But if they should hear or see us we'd make a fine target in it," said
Robert.
"We won't be in it," said the Onondaga, "although our weapons and clothes will."