The confidence of the young Bostonnais came from ignorance.
Robert had seen de Mezy's face fall, and he was confirmed in the course that he had chosen already.
"_Gusgaesata_," he said to Tayoga in Iroquois.
"Ah, the deer buttons!" the Onondaga said in English, then repeating it in French.
"You will pardon us," said Robert carelessly to de Mezy, "but Tayoga, who by the way is of the most ancient blood of the Onondagas, and I often play a game of ours after dinner." His manner was that of dismissal, and the red in de Mezy's cheeks again turned to purple.

Worst of all, the little dart of terror stabbed once more at his heart.

The youth might really be the dreaded marvel with the sword.

Such coolness in one so young at such a time could come only from abnormal causes.

Although he felt himself dismissed he refused to go away and his satellites remained with him.