The hum of conversation and now and then a laugh arose.
Henry soon marked Francisco Alvarez.

The Spanish leader sat on a little heap of boughs on the highest and dryest spot in the camp, and all who approached him did so with every sign of respect--if they spoke it was hat in hand.
The firelight fell in a red blaze across the face of Francisco Alvarez and revealed every feature in minute detail to the keen eyes in the covert.

It was a thin, haughty face, clear-cut and cruel, but just now it's air was that of satisfaction, as if in the opinion of Francisco Alvarez all things were going well with his plans.

Henry believed that he could guess his thoughts.

"He thinks that the Spanish are already committed against us and that he and Braxton Wyatt with a force of Spaniards and the tribes will yet destroy our settlements in Kentucky." Thinking of Braxton Wyatt he looked for him and, as he looked, the renegade came from a point near the shore toward the commander.