“At Turkey Town.”
“I thought he was at Great Hiwassee. Have the Cherokees caught a white man called Jackson?”
The Jumper shook his head, saying:
“Creek runners came and our warriors went out; but he must be very cunning. He was not seen. His trail was not found.”
This was the best of news for Sevier. With Jackson beyond the barrier and speeding on to the settlements there was a chance he might raise the riflemen and sweep down on Hajason’s stronghold in time to prevent the departure of the Tonpits for Little Talassee.
“Have you seen Red Hajason?”
“He got fresh horses at Turkey Town and rode fast for his home three days ago,” the Jumper replied.
This news was not so pleasant.
“Where is John Watts?”
The Jumper waved a hand toward the line of smoke signals in the north.