"And I stand in the same position," said Willet firmly. "We understand, sir, your great attachment for the Six Nations, and the vast service you have done for the English among them. If we can supplement it even in some small degree we shall spare no effort to do so." "I know it, Mr. Willet, and yet my heart is heavy to see the land I love devastated by fire and sword." Colonel Johnson loaned them horses, and an escort of two of his own soldiers who would bring back the horses, and they started for Albany amid many hospitable farewells. "You and I shall meet again," said young Brant to Robert. "I hope so," said Robert. "It will be as allies and comrades on the battle field." "But you are too young, Joseph, yet to take part in war." "I shall not be next year, and the war will not be over then, so my brother, Colonel William Johnson says, and he knows." Robert looked at the sturdy young figure and the eager eyes, and he knew that the Indian lad would not be denied. Then the little party rode into the woods, and proceeded without event to Albany. CHAPTER IX THE WATCHER It was with emotion that Robert came to Albany, an emotion that was shared by his Onondaga comrade, Tayoga, who had spent a long time in a white school there. The staid Dutch town was the great outpost of the Province of New York in the wilderness, and although his temperament was unlike that of the Dutch burghers he had innumerable pleasant memories of it, and many friends there. It was, in his esteem, too, a fine town, on its hills over-looking that noble river, the Hudson, and as the little group rode on he noted that despite the war its appearance was still peaceful and safe. Their way led along the main street which was broad and with grass on either side. The solid Dutch houses, with their gable ends to the street, stood every one on its own lawn, with a garden behind it. Every house also had a portico in front of it, on which the people sat in summer evenings, or where they visited with one another. Except that it was hills where the old country was flat, it was much like Holland, and the people, keen and thrifty, had preserved their national customs even unto the third and fourth generations. Robert understood them as he understood the Hodenosaunce, and, with his adaptable temperament, and with his mind that could understand so readily the minds of others, he was able to meet them on common ground. As they rode into the city he looked questioningly at Willet, and the hunter, understanding the voiceless query, smiled. "We couldn't think of going to any other place," he said. "If we did we could never secure his forgiveness." "I shall be more than glad to see him. A right good friend of ours, isn't he, Tayoga?" "Though his tongue lashes us his heart is with us," replied the Onondaga. "He is a great white chief, three hundred pounds of greatness."