“I’m going to meet General Clay, who is coming by way of the Auglaize.”
“An’ you want me an’ the Injin to go with you, as guides?”
“That’s it. You’re an American?”
“Did you take me fer a Britisher?”—indignantly.
“And you’re acquainted with the country up and down the valley?”
“I know it as well as I know the road to my own mouth; so does the Injin—he’s a Wyandot, an’ true as steel. When do you want to start?”
“Immediately. Will you go with me?”
“Yes.”
“And the Indian?”
“Of course.”