A group of Mohawks standing by were also watching with grave and serious attention.

When they raised a chant to Manitou they demanded the utmost respect, and they gave it also, without the asking, to the white man when he sang in his own way to his own God.
It was when they turned back to the town that they were hailed in a joyous voice, and Robert beheld the young English officer, Grosvenor, whom he had known in New York, Grosvenor, a little thinner than of old, but more tanned and with an air of experience.

His pleasure at meeting Robert again was great and unaffected.

He shook hands with him warmly and exclaimed: "When I last saw you, Lennox, it was at the terrible forest fight, where we learned our bitter lesson.

I saw that you escaped, but I did not know what became of you afterward." "I've had adventures, and I'll tell you of 'em later," said Robert.
"Glad I am to see you, although I had not heard of your coming to Albany." "I arrived but this morning.