“Glad to see you?” yelled the other, dancing around in delight. “What a question! Of course I’m glad to see you. Everybody’ll be glad to see you. But where in the world have you been so long—what ’ave you been doin’ with y’rself? We’d all give you up fer dead. We knowed you went to fight with Gener’l Harrison; an’ as you didn’t come back an’ we didn’t hear nothin’ of you, we c’ncluded you was dead. You was at the battle o’ Tippecanoe?”
“Yes,” Douglas answered briefly.
“Well, where’ve you been sence?”
“A prisoner among the Indians.”
Pritchard opened his eyes very wide and ejaculated:
“You don’t say!”
Ross nodded and smiled—a wan, sad smile.
“Ever sence the battle, last November?” the man inquired.
Again Douglas nodded.