"Will," he said, in a half-whisper.
"All right," said Will. "Here we are!"
The canoe closed in and Seth took his place hurriedly, casting a quick glance at the Indian to see who he was. He gave a low whistle of surprise.
"Ha!" he said. "That yew, Dead Chief? Thought yew'd gone under, sartin."
"The Dead Chief of the Pottawatomies does not die so easily."
"Push off, boys. Git intew the stream as soon as yew can. Thar's the all-firedest pickle in this yer woods yew ever hern tell off. I knowed I was right. I knowed the Prophet meant mischief all the time, and mebbe old man Harrison will believe it now. How did you come here, chief?"
The Indian explained how he had been overpowered by Elskwatawa and Willimack, and rescued by Floyd.
"Good enuff! We wanted a man with us that knows something of Injin tricks. Yew must understand, cap., that this chief hez stood up like a hero for our side, and Tecumseh hez given orders to kill him on sight. I thought it was done 'fore now."
The Indian shook his head proudly.