But he kept his anxieties from Robert, knowing how eagerly the lad anticipated his arrival in New York, and not blaming him at all for it, since New York, although inferior in wealth, size and power to Philadelphia, and in leadership to Boston, was already, in the eye of the prophets, because of its situation, destined to become the first city of America.  And Willet felt his own pulses beat a little faster at the thought of New York, a town that he knew well, and already a port famous throughout the world.

Tayoga, although he wore his Indian dress, attracted no particular attention from Captain Van Zouten and his crew.  Indians could be seen daily at Albany, and along the river, and they had been for generations a part of American life.  Captain Van Zouten, in truth, noticed the height and fine bearing of the Onondaga, but he was a close mouthed Dutchman, and if he felt like asking questions he put due Dutch restraint upon himself.

The wind held good all day long, and the sloop flew southward, leaving a long white trail in the blue water, but toward night it rose to a gale, with heavy clouds that promised snow.  Captain Hendrick Van Zouten looked up with some anxiety at his sails, through which the wind was now whistling, and, after a consultation with his mate, decided to draw into a convenient cove and anchor for the night.

“I’m sorry,” he said to Willet, “that our voyage to New York will be delayed, but there’ll be nasty weather on the river, and I don’t like to risk the sloop in it.  But I didn’t promise you that I’d get you to the city at any particular time.”

“We don’t blame wind, weather and water upon you, Captain Van Zouten,” laughed Willet, “and although I’m no seaman if you’d have consulted me I too would have suggested shelter for the night.”

Captain Van Zouten breathed his relief.

“If my passengers are satisfied,” he said, “then so am I.”

All the sails were furled, the sloop was anchored securely in a cove where she could not injure herself, no matter how fiercely the wind might beat, and Robert and Tayoga, wrapped in their fur cloaks, stood on her deck, watching the advance of the fierce winter storm, and remembering those other storms they had passed through on Lake Champlain, although there was no danger of Indians here.

It began to snow heavily, and a fierce wind whistled among the mountains behind them, lashing the river also into high waves, but the sloop was a tight, strong craft, and it rocked but little in its snug cove.  Despite snow, wind and darkness Robert, Tayoga and the hunter remained a long, time on deck.  The Onondaga’s feather headdress had been replaced by a fur cap, similar to those now worn by Robert and Willet, and all three were wrapped in heavy cloaks of furs.

Robert was still thinking of New York, a town that he knew to some extent, and yet he was traveling toward it with a feeling akin to that with which he had approached Quebec.  It was in a way and for its time a great port, in which many languages were spoken and to which many ships came.  Despite its inferiority in size it was already the chief window through which the New World looked upon the Old.  He expected to see life in the seething little city at the mouth of the Hudson and he expected also that a crisis in his fortunes would come there.