What you call garrison at Chicago?"
"Blackbird, you then think, may be moving upon Chicago. In that
case, Chippewa, you should outrun this Pottawatamie, and reach the
post in time to let its men know the danger."
"Start, as soon as eat breakfast. Can't go straight, nudder, or
Pottawatamie see print of moccasin. Must t'row him off trail."
"Very true; but I'll engage you're cunning enough to do that twice
over, should it be necessary."
Just then Gershom Waring came out of the cabin, gaping like a hound,
and stretching his arms, as if fairly wearied with sleep. At the
sight of this man the Indian made a gesture of caution, saying,
however, in an undertone:
"How is heart--Yankee or Breesh--love Montreal, eh? Pretty good
scalp! Love King George, eh?"
"I rather think not, but am not certain. He is a poor pale-face,
however, and it's of no great account how he stands. His scalp would
hardly be worth the taking, whether by English or American."
"Sell, down at Montreal--better look out for Pottawatamie. Don't
like that Injin."
"We'll be on our guard against him; and there he comes, looking as
if his breakfast would be welcome, and as if he was already thinking
of a start.
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