“Here, Duke, come away from that carcass. You’ll git p’izened nosin’ ’round such a varmint—you will, by Molly! Come away, I say!”
The hound obeyed.
Ross, had arisen, and stood silently gazing into the face upturned to the clouded heavens. La Violette was weeping bitterly. The English officer advanced to Ross’s side and said with much feeling:
“I can’t tell you, young man, how sorry I am that this thing has happened. But the savages are unruly; they can’t be controlled——”
Then he abruptly stopped speaking and peered into the upturned countenance. Starting back, he exclaimed excitedly:
“Why, this is Hiram Bradford—one of our own men!”
Ross nodded stiffly.
“Curse the savage brutes!” the officer muttered as he turned and strode away. “Whom will they turn upon next?”
Taking with them the body of John Douglas—but leaving George Hilliard and his red associates where they fell—the company made their way to the boat, and embarked for Fort Meigs.
