He was as white as death, though naturally rubicund, and without another word he walked on.
Robert looked after him and saw the square shoulders drooping a little.
He had not the slightest doubt of the man's guilt, and he was filled with indignant wonder that anyone's love of money should be strong enough to create in him the willingness to sell his country.

He was sure Mynheer Jacobus was right.

Martinus was sending their military secrets into Canada for French gold, and yet they had not a particle of proof.
The man must be allowed to go his way until something much more conclusive offered.

Both he and Tayoga talked it over with Willet, and the hunter agreed that they could do nothing for the present.
"But," he said, "the time may come when we can do much." Then Martinus disappeared for a while from Robert's mind, because the next day he met the famous old Indian known in the colonies as King Hendrik of the Mohawks.

Hendrik, an ardent and devoted friend of the Americans and English, had come to Albany to see Colonel William Johnson, and to march with him against the French and Indians.