He knew the cause.

As they fell the point of the knife bad been turned upward, and it had entered the Indian's heart.
Although he had been in peril at his hands, Henry looked at the slain man in a sort of pity.

He had not wished to take anyone's life, and, in reality, he had not been the direct cause of it.

But it was a stern time and the feeling soon passed.

The Wyandot, for such he was by his paint, would never have felt a particle of remorse had the victory been his.
The moon was now coming out, and Henry looked down thoughtfully at the still face.