But the letters from the Governor of New York ?" "Mr.Lennox has them," said Willet.
Robert bowed and took from an inner pocket of his waistcoat the letters he had carried through so many dangers.

They were contained in a small deerskin pouch, and were only two in number.

Bowing again, he handed them to the Governor General, who said: "Pray be seated, and excuse me for a few minutes while I read them." He read slowly, stopping at times to consider, and when he had finished he read them over again.
"Do you and Mr.Willet know the contents of these letters ?" he said to Robert.
"We do," replied the youth.

"They were read to us by the Governor of New York before he sealed them.

If we were robbed of them on the way to Quebec, and he knew the way was dangerous, we were to continue our journey and deliver the message to you verbally." "Their nature does credit to both the heart and head of the Governor of New York.