Mynheer Jacobus must be thinking of another or others.

But Huysman volunteered no explanation.
Presently he rose from his chair, went to a window and looked out.
Tayoga observed him keenly.
The Onondaga, trained from his childhood to observe all kinds of manifestations, was a marvelous reader of the minds of men, and, merely because Mynheer Jacobus Huysman interrupted a conversation to look out into the dark, he knew that he expected something.

And whatever it was it was important, as the momentary quiver of the big man's lip indicated.
The Indian, although he may hide it, has his full share of curiosity, and Tayoga wondered why Mynheer Jacobus watched.

But he asked no question.
The Dutchman came back from the window, and asked the lads in to supper with him.

His slight air of expectancy had disappeared wholly, but Tayoga was not deceived.