“There is a Siwanois Indian, one Mayaro, a Sagamore, with whom we have need to speak. General Clinton believes that this man Kinnicut knows his whereabouts.”

“I believe so, too,” said the Major smiling. “But I ask your pardon, gentlemen; the Sagamore, Mayaro, although a Siwanois, was adopted by the Mohicans, and should be rated one.”

“Do you know him, sir?”

“Very well indeed. May I inquire what it is you desire of Mayaro?”

“This,” said Boyd slowly; “and this is the real secret with which I am charged — a secret not to be entrusted to paper — a secret which you, sir, and even my comrade, Mr. Loskiel, now learn for the first time. May I speak with safety in this room, Major?”