“Fight,” was the curt response.
Joe was nettled.
“Any fool’d know that,” he muttered; “’specially if he’d been in the fight o’ Tippecanoe with the ol’ Gener’l——”
Captain Oliver stopped suddenly and, wheeling around, interrupted:
“You were with General Harrison at Tippecanoe, my friend?”
“I was,” Farley answered proudly. “Me an’ Bright Wing, here, was both there.”
“From your dress and general appearance, I judge you are a woodman—a hunter.”
“I am—what ther’ is left o’ me, which ain’t very much sence the danged Winnebagoes sp’iled my beauty.”
“You’ve been a prisoner among the Indians?”
“Yes—both of us, ever sence the battle o’ Tippecanoe. We jest escaped—jest got in here yisterday.”