James Fenimore Cooper,
The Last of the Mohicans — Chapter 4
(1826)
“ The Indian riveted his glowing eyes on Heyward as he asked, in his imperfect English, "Is he alone?""Alone!" hesitatingly answered Heyward, to whom deception was too new to be assumed without embarrassment. "Oh! not alone, surely, Magua, for you know that we are with him.""Then Le Renard Subtil will go," returned the runner, coolly raising his little wallet from the place where it had lain at his feet; "and the pale faces will see none but their own color." ”
