Lieutenant Godfrey and Gravity Gimp shook hands warmly, for they were overjoyed to meet in this manner, after their enforced parting a brief while before.
"It's a wonder that your signaling did not bring some of the Senecas to you," said the young officer.
"Dat's jist what it done."
"And how did you manage it?"
"When dey come I left, and I took such a path dat if dey tried to foller, dey run agin de trees, or fell ober de rocks and broke dar necks."
"Well, Gravity, you heard my gun, and I'll tell you how it was."
Thereupon the lieutenant gave the particulars of the taking off of the vengeful warrior known as Black Turtle, the Seneca, the African listening, meanwhile, with open mouth and staring eyes.
"Dat's wery cheerin'," said he. "Some ob dem Senekers am so stupid dat you've got to knock dere heads off afore dey knows anything; but, leftenant, I's got 'portant news to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Dar's somebody out in de woods dat ain't Injuns."