His hair was long and tangled, his face brown with sun and storm, and his dress more Indian than white.

He was heavily armed, and, whether seen in the dusk or in the light, his whole aspect was formidable and dangerous.

But Willet continued to advance without hesitation.
"Captain Jack," he said extending his hand.

"We were not looking for you tonight, but no man could be more welcome.

These are young friends of mine, brave warriors both, the white and the red, Robert Lennox, who is almost a son to me, and Tayoga, the Onondaga, to whom I feel nearly like a father too." Now Robert knew him, and he felt a thrill of surprise, and of the most intense curiosity.