There was not a gray hair on his head, and his face was free from wrinkles.
An extraordinarily vivid memory of that night in Quebec when the hunter had faced Boucher, the bully and bravo, reputed the best swordsman of France, leaped up in Robert's mind.

He had found no time to think of Willet's past recently and he realized now that he knew little about it.

The origin of that hunter was as obscure as his own.

But the story of the past and its mysteries must wait.

The present was so great and overwhelming that it blotted out everything else.
"The venison and the bacon are ready," said Willet, "and you two lads can fall on.