He had noticed that the man was restless and troubled at Albany.

The presence of so many people and the absence of the wilderness appeared to vex him.
But since they had returned to the forest his annoyance and uneasiness were gone.

He was confident and assured, he seemed to have grown greatly in size, and he was a formidable and menacing figure.
Black Rifle did not watch with the Mohawk sentinels, but he was continually making little trips into the forest, absences of ten or fifteen minutes, and whenever he returned his face bore a slight look of disappointment.

Robert knew it was because he had found no Indian sign, but to the lad himself the proof that the enemy was not yet near gave peace.

He was eager to go on the great war trail, but he was not fond of bloodshed, though to him more perhaps than to any other was given the vision of a vast war, and of mighty changes with results yet more mighty flowing from those changes.