One, a little in advance of the others, and whom the lad took at once to be the leader, was rather tall, with a very powerful figure and a bold, roving eye.

He was looking keenly at the approaching group and as they drew near his eyes lighted up with recognition and pleasure.
"By all that's glorious, it's Dave Willet, the Great Bear himself, the greatest hunter and marksman in all the northern province! Of a certainty it's none other!" "Yes, Rogers, it's Willet," said the hunter, extending his hand, "though you complimented me too prettily.

But glad am I, too, to see you here.

You're no beauty, but your face is a most welcome sight." Then Robert understood.

It was Robert Rogers from the New Hampshire grants, already known well, and destined to become famous as one of the great partisan leaders of the war, a wild and adventurous spirit who was fully a match for Dumas and Ligneris or St.Luc himself, a man whose battles and hairbreadth escapes surpassed fiction.