One of them Isaac recognized as Crow, a chief of one of the Wyandot tribes, and a warrior renowned for his daring and for his ability to make his way in a straight line through the wilderness.

Crow was a short, heavy Indian and his frame denoted great strength.

He had a broad forehead, high cheek bones, prominent nose and his face would have been handsome and intelligent but for the scar which ran across his cheek, giving him a sinister look.
"Hugh!" said Crow, as he looked up and saw Isaac staring at him.

The other Indians immediately gave vent to a like exclamation.
"Crow, you caught me again," said Isaac, in the Wyandot tongue, which he spoke fluently.
"The white chief is sure of eye and swift of foot, but he cannot escape the Huron.

Crow has been five times on his trail since the moon was bright.