For it must have been that I had some good reason in my mind.
"Why, yes," I said, scarce knowing why, "I have further use for you.
Tarry for a moment and I shall return.

And," I added mentally, "by that time I shall have discovered the reason." She said nothing; I hastened back to the house, where even from the outside I could hear the loud voice of Sheldon vowing that if what this Indian said were true, the cavalry he had discovered at North Castle must be Moylan's and no other.
I entered and listened a moment to Major Lockwood, urging this obstinate man to send out his patrols; then I walked over to the window where Boyd stood in whispered consultation with an Indian.
The savage towered at least six feet in his soaking moccasins; he wore neither lock nor plume, nor paint of any kind that I could see, carried neither gun nor blanket, nor even a hatchet.

There was only a heavy knife at the beaded girdle, which belted his hunting shirt and breeches of muddy tow-cloth.
As I approached them, the Mohican turned his head and shot a searching glance at me.

Boyd said: "This is the great Sagamore, Mayaro, Mr.Loskiel; and I have attempted to persuade him to come north with us tomorrow.

Perhaps your eloquence will succeed where my plain speech has failed." And to the tall Sagamore he said: "My brother, this is Ensign Loskiel, of Colonel Morgan's command--my comrade and good friend.