In him flowed the blood of unnumbered chiefs, and, above all, he was in himself the very essence and spirit of a gentleman, one of the finest gentlemen either Robert or Willet had ever known.

Tayoga, too, had matured greatly in the last year under the stern press of circumstance.

Though but a youth in years he was now, in reality, a great Onondaga warrior, surpassed in skill, endurance and courage by none.

Young Lennox and the hunter waited in supreme confidence that he would read the trail and read it right.
Still on his knees, he looked up, and Robert saw the light of discovery in the dusky eyes.
"What do you read there, Tayoga ?" he asked.
"Six men have passed here." "Of what tribe were they ?" "That I do not know, save as it concerns one." "I don't understand you." "Five were of the Indian race, but of what tribe I cannot say, but the sixth was a white man." "A Frenchman.

It certainly can't be De Courcelles, because we've left him far behind, and I hope it's not St.Luc.Maybe it's Jumonville, De Courcelles' former comrade.