“I don’t know, governor.”
“Send Ross Douglas to me at once,” was the sharp command.
The aide obeyed. And soon the young scout was at the commander’s side.
“What’s the black’s name, who just went over to the Indians?” Harrison asked, bending down until his face was on a level with Douglas’s.
“Ben,” was the curt reply.
“The same of whom you told me?”
“The same, governor.”
“Lieutenant”—addressing an officer of his staff—“go and bring the negro back. Take with you a squad of men—and yonder Wyandot, as interpreter.”
Then again turning to Ross: