Wrapped closely in his black robe he looked taller, leaner, and more ascetic than ever, and his gaze was even stronger and more penetrating.

Now it rested upon Robert.
"I had a fair opinion of you," he said.

"Coming with you in the _Frontenac_ down the river I judged you, despite your weapons and the fact that you belong to another race than mine, a gentle youth and full of the virtues.

Now I find that you have been fighting and fighting with intent to kill." "Hold hard, Father," said Willet in a good-humored tone.

"Only half of that is true.