Robert isn't sanguinary.

He doesn't want anybody's blood on his hands, and it wouldn't help our mission to take a life in Quebec." "The man de Mezy does not deserve to live." Willet laughed.
"That's so, Tayoga," he said, "but it's no part of our business to go around taking the lives away from all those who don't make good use of 'em.

Why, if we undertook such a job we'd have to work hard for the next thousand years.

I think we'd better fall on, ourselves, and snatch about eight good hours of slumber." In a few minutes three instead of one slept, and when the first ray of sunlight entered the room in the morning Tayoga awoke.

He opened the window, letting the fresh air pour in, and he raised his nostrils to it like a hound that has caught the scent.