He had passed so much of his life near them that his fortunes seemed to him to be interwoven inseparably with George and Champlain.
They thought they would reach the lake in a few days, but in a wilderness and in war the plans of men often come to naught.

Before the close of the day they came upon traces of a numerous band traveling on the great trail between east and west, and they also found among them footprints that turned out.

These Willet and Tayoga examined with the greatest care and interest and they lingered longest over a pair uncommonly long and slender.
"I think they're his," the hunter finally said.
"So do I," said the Onondaga.
"Those long, slim feet could belong to nobody but the Owl." "It can be only the Owl." "Now, who under the sun is the Owl ?" asked Robert, mystified.
"The Owl is, in truth, a most dangerous man," replied the hunter.

"His name, which the Indians have given him, indicates he works by night, though he's no sloth in the day, either.

But he has another name, also, the one by which he was christened.