”

The Sagamore made no answer, and after a moment I said:

“Why not confess, Mayaro, that you also have been perplexed concerning this stranger from Fort Pitt? Why not admit that from the moment he joined us you have had your eye on him — have been furtively studying him?”

“Mayaro has two eyes. For what are they unless to observe?”

“And what has my brother observed?”

“That no two people are perfectly similar,” he said blandly.

“Very well,” I said, vexed, but quite aware that no questions of mine could force the Sagamore to speak unless he was entirely ready. “I suppose that