"Horrible!" said Ewen.
"I will wager my wooden leg against your two of flesh and bone, that your officer would have been served in the same way, if he had given you the same provocation."
"Heaven forbid!" said Ewen.
"Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho!" cried Wooden-leg.
"You spoke of an Indian warrior," said Ewen, uneasily, as the atrocious anecdotes of this hideous old man excited his anger and repugnance; "then you have served, like myself, in the New World?"
"Fire and smoke! I should think so, but long before your day."
"Then you fought against the Cherokees?"
"Yes."
"At Warwomans Creek?"
"Yes; I was killed there."