“I am not one easily alarmed,” he answered, scanning our faces as we fronted him; “but I have lived long among the Indians, and know them well.  This new war with England will not pass without atrocities along the border, and in my judgment we are now on the eve of a general uprising of the savages.  It will surely come with the first news of British success, and ’t is the fear of reverses at Dearborn that has hurried me westward.  You, sir,” and he turned toward me, “are young, but it is evident you have been bred to the frontier, so you will realize what it may mean to us if we be caught in the Illinois country by such an uprising.”

I bowed, deeply impressed by his earnestness.

“I have, indeed, seen something of savage warfare, and know much of its horror,” I replied stoutly.  “Yet what you say of the possible future only makes more urgent my duty to press on.”

“And you?” he asked De Croix.

“Faith, Captain,” was the instant reply, “it is the gentle hand of love which leads me westward, and never yet did a true Frenchman hesitate in such a quest because danger lurked between.”

Wells smiled grimly.

“Then my conscience is left clear,” he exclaimed heartily; “and if you ride with me to death, ’tis of your own choosing.  However, glad enough we have cause to be thus to gain two more fighting men.  I have a party of Miamis travelling with me, and I doubt not there will be ample work for all before we return.  Here comes supper; let us eat, drink, and be merry, even though to-morrow it be our fate to die.  ’T is the best border philosophy.”

CHAPTER V

THROUGH THE HEART OF THE FOREST

We lingered long over the wine,—­for that which De Croix had furnished proved excellent, and greatly stimulated our discourse.  Yet, I must confess, it was drunk chiefly by the Frenchman and Jordan; for Wells barely touched his glass, while I had never acquired a taste for such liquor.  De Croix waxed somewhat boastful, toward the last; but we paid small heed to him, for I was deeply interested in Captain Wells’s earlier experiences among the savages, which he related gravely and with much detail.  Jordan proved himself a reckless, roistering young fellow, full of high spirits when in liquor; yet I formed an impression that he stood well in his commander’s favor, for the latter warned him kindly to be more abstemious.

However late it may have been when we finally sought rest, we were early astir the next morning.  I despatched Seth upon his return journey to the farm, bearing under his girdle as cheerful a note of farewell as I could frame; and then, though it was scarce later than sun-up, the rest of us were fairly upon the westward trail.  There were in the party thirty Miami Indians, strong, lusty-looking warriors, most of them.  The larger portion of them travelled in our advance, under command of one of their chiefs; a smaller detachment acting in similar manner as a rear-guard.  The white men, as well as the negro, who controlled a pack animal heavily laden with his master’s baggage, were on horseback; and it pleased me greatly,—­for I was young and easily flattered,—­to have Captain Wells rein in his horse at my side as soon as we were safely across the ford, leaving the Frenchman either to companion with Jordan or ride alone.