"I have counted twelve fires which proves it, and the white men and the red men in it do not go hungry.
They have deer, bear, fish and birds also.

The pleasant odors of them all come to my nostrils, and make me hungry." "That's too much for me," said Robert.

"I can detect the blended savor, but I know not of what it consists.

Now we go on, I suppose, and find out what this camp holds." "We wouldn't dream of turning back," said the hunter.

"Did you notice anything familiar, Robert, about the figure that came forward to meet Garay ?" "Now that you speak of it, I did, but I can't recall the identity of the man." "Think again!" "Ah, now I have him! It was the French officer, Colonel Auguste de Courcelles, who gave us so much trouble in Canada and elsewhere." "That's the man," said Willet.