I looked at De Croix curiously, as he moved forward with slow carelessness in our front, for he had kept the entire company waiting outside the house for half an hour in the gray dawn while he curled and powdered his hair.  Doubtless this was what so disgusted Wells, whose long black locks were worn in a simple queue, tied somewhat negligently with a dark cord.  I almost smiled at the scowl upon his swarthy face, as he contemplated the fashionably attired dandy, whose bright-colored raiment was conspicuous against the dark forest-leaves that walled us round.

“I have heard it claimed these gay French beaux fight well when need arises,” he commented at last, thoughtfully; “but ’t is surely a poor place here for flaunting ribbons and curling locks.  Possibly my fine gentleman yonder may have occasion to test his mettle before we ride back again.  Sure it is that if that time ever comes he will not look so sweet.”

“You make me feel that we go forward into real peril,” I said, wondering that he should seem so fearful of the outcome.  “Have you special reason?”

“The Miamis have already been approached by Indian runners, and their young men are restless.  It was only because I am the adopted son of Big Turtle, and a recognized warrior of their tribe, that these have consented to accompany me; and I fear they may desert at the first sign of a hostile meeting,” he answered gravely.  “There is an Indian conspiracy forming, and a most dangerous one, involving, so far as I can learn, every tribe north of the Ohio.  Now that war with England has actually been declared, there can no longer be doubt that the chiefs will take sides with the British.  They have everything to gain and little to lose by such action.  The rumor was at Fort Wayne, even before we left, that Mackinac had already fallen; and if that prove true, every post west of the Alleghanies is in danger.  I fear that death and flame will sweep the whole frontier; and I frankly acknowledge, Wayland, my only hope in this expedition is that, by hard travel, we may be able to reach Chicagou and return again before the outbreak comes.  Tom Burns, an old scout of Wayne’s, and a settler in that country, was at Fort Wayne a month since with an urgent message from the commandant at Dearborn.  I tell you frankly, it will be touch and go with us.”

“Chicagou?” I questioned, for the word was one I had heard but once before and was of an odd sound.

“Ay! old Au Sable called it the Chicagou portage long before the fort named Dearborn was ever established there.  ’T is the name the French applied to a small river entering the Great Lake from the west at that point.”

“Have you journeyed there before?”

“Once, in 1803.  I held Indian council on the spot, and helped lay out the government reservation.  ’T is a strange flat country, with much broken land extending to the northward.”