Here was sufficient authority; time enough had elapsed since he had joined us for me to come to a decision.

Even my Indians could not consider my judgment hasty now.
I cast a cold glance at him, where he stood in the distance leaning against a huge walnut tree and apparently keeping watch across the Ouleout.

The Grey-Feather was watching there, too, and I had no doubt that his wary eyes were fixed as often on the Wyandotte as on the wooded shore across the stream.
A second letter was from Major Parr, and said: "An Oneida girl called Drooping Wings, of whom you bought some trumpery or other, came to the fort after you had left, and told me that among the party in their camp was an adopted Seneca who had seen and recognized your Wyandotte as a Seneca and not as a Huron.
"Not that this information necessarily means that the Indian called Black-Snake is a traitor.

He brought proper credentials from the officer commanding at Pitt.

But it is best that you know of this, and that you feel free to use your judgment accordingly." "Yes," said I to myself, "I'll use it." I took another long look at the suspect, then opened my third and last letter.