His face, with a distinct Irish cast, was frank, open and resolute.
"Ah, Willet, my friend," he said, extending his hand.

"So you and I meet again, and glad I am to hold your fingers in mine once more.

A faithful report has come to us of what you did in Quebec, and it seems the Willet of old has not changed much." The hunter reddened under his tan.
"It was forced upon me, colonel," he said.
Colonel William Johnson laughed heartily.
"And he who forced it did not live to regret it," he said.

"I've heard that French officers themselves did not blame you, but as for me, knowing you as I do, I'd have expected no less of David Willet." He laughed again, and his laugh was deep and hearty.

Robert, looking closely at him, thought him a fine, strong man, and he was quite sure he would like him.