But the message you carried was not so important as the message you're taking back.

It's about you, somewhere.

Hand over the dispatch." "I've no dispatch," said Garay sullenly.
"Oh, yes, you have! A man like you wouldn't be making such a long and dangerous journey into the high mountains and back again for nothing.
Come, Garay, your letter!" The spy was silent.
"Search him, lads!" said Willet.
Garay recoiled, but when the hunter threatened him with his pistol he submitted to the dextrous hands of Robert and Tayoga.

They went through all his pockets, and then they made him remove his clothing piece by piece, while they thrust the points of their knives through the lining for concealed documents.

But the steel touched nothing.
Then they searched his heavy moccasins, and even pulled the soles loose, but no papers were disclosed.