He was a Senecan, and so should have been on the side of the Long House; but it was plain that he was an outcast from his tribe, and, indeed, from the whole Indian brotherhood.

I could not fathom him, for he seemed among savages to be held in deep respect, and yet here he was, the ally of the white man against his race.

His lean, supple figure, his passionless face, and his high, masterful air had a singular nobility in them.

To me he was never the servant, scarcely even the companion, for he seemed like a being from another world, who had a knowledge of things hid from human ken.

In woodcraft he was a master beyond all thought of rivalry.