The figure is too upright.

And even without these differences we would be sure that it is not the farmer, nor yet the wandering hunter, because it is some one else whom we know." "What do you mean, Tayoga ?" "Look! Look closely, Dagaeoga!" "Now the wind drives aside the white veil of snow and I see him better.

His figure is surely familiar!" "Aye, Dagaeoga, it is! And do you not know him ?" "St.Luc! As sure as we live, Tayoga, it's St.Luc." "Yes," said the hunter, who had not spoken hitherto.

"It's St.Luc, and I could reach him from here with a rifle shot." "But you must not! You must not fire upon him!" exclaimed Robert.
Willet laughed.
"I wasn't thinking of doing so," he said.

"And now it's too late.