Robert thought it highly probable that the chevalier was in truth with the Indians on the border, either leading some daring band or gathering the warriors to the banner of France.  His influence with them would be great, as he understood their ways, adapted himself to them and showed in battle a skill and daring that always make a powerful appeal to the savage heart.  The youth had matched himself against St. Luc in the test of words in the vale of Onondaga, and now he felt that he must match himself anew, but in the test of forest war.

Tayoga having lighted the fire, the hunter cooked the food over it, while the two youths reposed calmly.  Robert watched Willet with interest, and he was impressed for the thousandth time by his great strength, and the lightness of his movements.  When he was younger, the disparity in years had made him think of Willet as an old man, but he saw now that he was only in early middle age.  There was not a gray hair on his head, and his face was free from wrinkles.

An extraordinarily vivid memory of that night in Quebec when the hunter had faced Boucher, the bully and bravo, reputed the best swordsman of France, leaped up in Robert’s mind.  He had found no time to think of Willet’s past recently and he realized now that he knew little about it.  The origin of that hunter was as obscure as his own.  But the story of the past and its mysteries must wait.  The present was so great and overwhelming that it blotted out everything else.

“The venison and the bacon are ready,” said Willet, “and you two lads can fall on.  You’re not what I’d call epicures, but I’ve never known your appetites to fail.”

“Nor will they,” said Robert, as he and Tayoga helped themselves.  “What’s the news from Britain, Dave?  You must have heard a lot when you were in Albany.”

“It’s vague, Robert, vague.  The English are slow, just as we Americans are, too.  They’re going to send out troops, but the French have dispatched a fleet and regiments already.  The fact that our colonies are so much larger than theirs is perhaps an advantage to them, as it gives them a bigger target to aim at, and our people who are trying to till their farms, will be struck down by their Indians from ambush.”

“And you see now what a bulwark the great League of the Hodenosaunee is to the English,” said Tayoga.

“A fact that I’ve always foreseen,” said Willet warmly.  “Nobody knows better than I do the power of the Six Nations, and nobody has ever been readier to admit it.”

“I know, Great Bear.  You have always been our true friend.  If all the white men were like you no trouble would ever arise between them and the Hodenosaunee.”

Robert finished his food and resumed a comfortable place against a tree.  Willet put out the fire and he and Tayoga sat down in like fashion.  Their trees were close together, but they did not talk now.  Each was absorbed in his own thoughts and Robert had much to think about.