Then he charged himself with being a fool.

It could not be so! The thing was incredible! The man might look like him, but surely he would not be so reckless as to come to such a place.
Then he looked again, and he could no longer doubt.

The stranger sat near the door and his dress was much like that of a prosperous seafaring man of the Dutch race.

But Robert knew the blue eyes, lofty and questing like those of the eagle, and he was sure that the reddish beard had grown on a face other than the one it now adorned.

It was St.Luc, whom he knew to be romantic, adventurous, and ready for any risk.
Robert moved his body forward a little, in order that it might be directly between Tayoga and the Frenchman, it being his first impulse to shelter St.Luc from the next person who was likely to recognize him.