"Not by birth, though he is adopted in that tribe; I think his birth-place was farther north, and he is one of those you call a Huron."
"Hugh!" exclaimed the two companions of the scout, who had continued, until this part of the dialogue, seated, immoveable, and apparently indifferent to what passed, but who now sprang to their feet with an activity and interest that had evidently gotten the better of their reserve, by surprise.
"A Huron!" repeated the sturdy scout, once more shaking his head in open distrust; they are a thievish race, nor do I care by whom they are adopted; you can never make anything of them but skulks and vagabonds. Since you trusted yourself to the care of one of that nation, I only wonder that you have not fallen in with more."
"Of that there is little danger, since William Henry is so many miles in our front. You forget that I have told you our guide is now a Mohawk, and that be serves with our forces as a friend."
