“Well, have you slept enough?” he asked.
“I could rest longer,” I said, “but it is not my habit to sleep much after the sun is first up in the morning.”
“Morning,” he laughed. “Why, man, ’tis long past noon now. I would not let them disturb you, though many were clamoring for a look at the hero of the occasion.”
“Enough,” I said. “I had much rather have a breakfast than pose as a hero, which I am not.”
“Breakfast in the afternoon?”
“Are you jesting?”
“Look at the sun,” was his reply.
I glanced from a window. It was half way down in the west. I had slept nearly eighteen hours.
“We will soon have supper,” went on the Captain. “Meanwhile I’ll let you know how matters stand.”
Scouts had been sent out, he said, and, for miles around had found no trace of Indians, save the dead ones. One wounded savage had been brought in. With what little English he had, he told how the war party had fled to the four winds. They had been given a severe lesson, he said, and one that would put an end to Indian uprisings in New Jersey for many years.