Robert heard again of St.Luc and of some daring achievement of his, and despite himself he felt as always a thrill at the name, and a runner also brought the news that more French troops had gone into the Ohio country.
The fourth night of their stay at Mount Johnson Robert remained awake late.

He and young Brant, the great Thayendanegea that was to be, had already formed a great friendship, the beginning of which was made easier by Robert's knowledge of Indian nature and sympathy with it.

The two wrapped in fur cloaks had gone a little distance from the house, because Brant said that a bear driven by hunger had come to the edge of the village, and they were looking for its tracks.

But Robert was more interested in observing the Indian boy than in finding the foot prints of the bear.
"Joseph," he said, "you expect, of course, to be a great warrior and chief some day." The boy's eyes glittered.
"There is nothing else for which I would care," he replied.

"Hark, Dagaeoga, did you hear the cry of a night bird ?" "I did, Joseph, but like you I don't think it's the voice of a real bird.