"He was in the battle.

We saw him leading on the Indian hosts." "I know.

That was fair combat, I suppose, and the French used the tools they had.

The Chevalier could scarcely have been a loyal son of France if he had not fought us then, but I don't like to think of him over there by the fire, leading a band of Indians who will kill and scalp women and children as well as men along the border." "Nor I, either, though I'm not worried about it.

I can't tell who the man is, but I know it's not St.Luc.Now I see him black against the blaze, and it's not the Chevalier's figure." Robert suddenly drew a long breath, as if he had made a surprising recognition.
"I'm not sure," he said, "but I notice a trick of movement now and then reminding me of someone.