“I thought as much, and fear my sympathies may be altogether with your antagonist in the controversy.  Yet what’s the use of wasting life like that?  Surely there is fighting enough in this world of ours for such young blades, without inventing cause for quarrel.  Come, sit down once more, and join with us in whatsoever cheer our landlord may provide.”

As he spoke, he flung aside his cloak, revealing beneath merely the well-worn dress of a frontiersman, with an army sword-belt buckled about the waist.

“Come, Walter,” he called to his companion, who remained standing, “there is to be no touch of ceremony here to-night.  Gentlemen, I am Captain Wells, formerly of the army, now Indian agent at Fort Wayne; and this is Sergeant Jordan.”

The Frenchman bowed gracefully, and extended a card across the table.  The other glanced at it carelessly.

“Ah!  De Croix; pleased to meet you.  Think I heard some of our officers speak of seeing you a month ago at Detroit,—­McBain or Ramsey, I have forgotten which.”

“I recall a game of cards with a Lieutenant Ramsey, a rather choleric Scotchman, with a magnificent capacity for strong whiskey.”

The Captain turned inquiringly toward me, and I hastened to name myself.

“Wayland, did you say?” he asked, with deepened interest. “’T is not a common appellation, yet I once knew a Major by that name in Wayne’s command.”

“My father, sir,” I asserted proudly.

With quick impulsiveness he extended his hand.

“As noble a soldier as I have ever known,” he exclaimed heartily.  “I served with him in two campaigns.  But what are you two young fellows doing here? for it would be hard to conceive of a more disheartening place of residence.  Surely, De Croix, you are not permanently located in this delightful spot?”

“The saints forbid!” ejaculated the other, with an expression of horror that caused the younger officer to smile.  “Yet I have already survived ten days of it.  We seek to join some party bound westward, either to Fort Dearborn or beyond.”

The elder officer smiled gravely, as his stern eyes wandered thoughtfully over our faces in the candle-light.

“You will scarcely find those who go beyond,” he said, at last, slowly.  “That is our extreme frontier; and even this post, I hear it rumored, is to be abandoned shortly.  Indeed, I am now proceeding thither, hoping to escort a niece safely eastward because of that very probability.  I can offer you naught save companionship and guidance upon the journey; yet if you needs must go, you may ride with us and welcome.  But ’t is my first duty to advise you strongly against it.”

“You look for trouble?” I asked, for his words and manner were grave.