“That’s Cap’n Hamilton an’ his squad,” Joe cried excitedly. “They’ve jest got back from the’r scoutin’ trip down the river. Now we’ll know what’s comin’. Le’s mosey out that way.”
Captain Hamilton, leaving his men outside, entered the commander’s tent and stood at attention.
“Well, Captain,” Harrison remarked calmly, “you’re back soon. What’s your report?”
The inferior officer saluted and replied:
“Three miles down the river we came upon the main body of the enemy, rapidly advancing in this direction.”
“Who’s in command?”
“General Proctor.”
“And Tecumseh commands the savages?”
“He does, General.”
“Is their force as large as reported?”