When Wilderness Was King - A Tale of the Illinois Country by Randall Parrish
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Captain Wells."
"How know you my name?" "Mrs. Heald told me she believed you would surely come when you learned of our plight at the Fort,--it was for that she despatched the man Burns with the message,--and she described you so perfectly that I knew at once who you must be. There are not so many white men travelling toward Dearborn now as to make mistake easy." "And the Fort?" he asked, anxiously. "Is it still garrisoned, or have we come too late?" "It was safely held two days ago," she answered, "although hundreds of savages in war-paint were then encamped without, and holding powwow before the gate. No attack had then been made, yet the officers talked among themselves of evacuating." For a moment the stern soldier seemed to have forgotten her, his eyes fastened upon the western horizon. "The fools!" he muttered to himself, seemingly unconscious that he spoke aloud; "yet if I can but reach there in time, my knowledge of Indian nature may accomplish much." He turned quickly, with a sharp glance over his military force. "We delay no longer. Jordan, do you give this lady your horse for to-day's journey, and go you forward on foot with the Miamis. Watch them closely, and mark well everything in your front as you move." |
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