A stranger at such a time was to be watched, because white men came but little into this dangerous wilderness.
A dark figure appeared within the prescribed minute upon the crest and stopped there, as if the man, whoever he might be, wished to rest and draw fresh breath.

The sky had lightened and he was outlined clearly against it.

Robert gazed intently and then he uttered a little cry.
"I know him!" he said.

"I can't be mistaken.

It's Achille Garay, the one whose name we found written on a fragment of a letter in Albany." "It's the man who tried to kill you, none other," said Tayoga gravely, "and Areskoui whispered in my ear that it would be he." "What on earth can he be doing here in this lone wilderness at such a time ?" asked Robert.
"Likely he's on his way to a French camp with information about our forces," said Willet.