They were foresters, they wore the tanned skin of the deer, but they belonged to the soil; they were natives, while he, in all his brilliant uniform and gold lace, was a foreigner, merely the long, extended arm of a power four thousand miles away.

The two were but a vanguard, others would come and yet others in a volume, always increasing.

The only possibility of saving Louisiana was to cut off the stream at the fountain head, while it was yet a thin and trickling rill, and he, Francisco Alvarez, was the man for the deed.
It was because such thoughts as these were passing through his head that he did not speak for at least a minute, but stood steadily regarding Paul and Long Jim.

He knew instinctively that it was Paul to whom he must speak, the boy with the thoughtful, dreamy eye, who, like himself, would gaze far into the future.
"Where are your comrades ?" he asked, "the other three who helped you to steal my boat ?" "Captured it, you mean," replied Paul, calmly.

"So long as you use the words 'steal' and 'thief,' you can talk to the air.