“I don’t know, General——”
Farley strode forward and interrupted:
“Gener’l Harrison, you ort to know us, whether you do ’r not. Me an’ the Injin was with you at Tippecanoe—the dog was, too, fer that matter.”
“Ah! You were with me at Tippecanoe?”
“Yes, Gener’l, we was there—an’ right in the hottest o’ the scrimmage.”
“Your names?”
“Joseph Peregoy Farley an’ Bright Wing, the Wyandot. I whacked bulls fer you, clean from Fort Harrison to the Prophet’s Town; an’ the Injin an’ the houn’ scouted with Ross Douglas. Ding-it-all-to——”
Joe’s voice was drowned by an explosive roar of laughter from the assembled officers. Even the dignified commander smiled; and the two orderlies grinned in a sickly manner. When quiet was restored, Harrison said quickly:
“Your names sound familiar. Who was it with whom your red comrade scouted?”
“Ross Douglas.”