"Which way didt he go?" asked Corlaer.
"The usual way. He followed the Iroquois Trail to the Mohawk, then struck north. We have followed him so far many times; but always when our scouts have pressed the pursuit they have encountered strange bands of warriors who have killed or captured them or driven them away."
"Did you see aught of the Frenchman?" I struck in.
"Yes; he did me the honor of calling upon me, and said he was on a mission from his King to report upon the conduct of the Government of Canada, especially with a view to the maintenance of good relations with our colonists."
"The hypocrite!" I interjected.
"He was smooth of tongue, I grant you," admitted Master Livingston. "He had the grace to acquaint me he was taking advantage of Master Murray's company to secure protection through the frontier."
"Didt Murray hafe many men?" put in Corlaer.
"Half a dozen whites of Bolling's kind, and as many nondescript Indians who were painted like Mohicans."
"They wouldt be Cahnuagas," amended Corlaer.
"Yes," assented the Mayor; "but if you are to go to Jagara, as the governor's letter advises me, you need not concern yourself with Murray at this time. What do you propose to do?"