"Oh!"
When the day dawned a new man was found to act as second in command.
Walker had deserted his queer chieftain.
The old man entered the camp at dawn, the light of determination in his eyes and a new set to his jaw. His first plan of the Pottawattomie was right. The turn toward Lawrence had been a waste of time. He selected six men to accompany him on his mission, his four sons who had made up the Surveyor's party, his son-in-law, Henry Thompson, and Theodore Weiner. Owen, Salmon, Oliver and Frederick Brown knew every foot of the ground. They had carried the chain, set the markers and flags and kept the records.
He called his men in line and issued his first command:
"To the house of James Townsley."
Townsley belonged to the Pottawattomie Rifles of which organization his son, John Jr., was the Captain.
Arrived at the house, Brown drew Townsley aside and spoke in a vague, impersonal manner.
"I hear there is trouble expected on the Pottawattomie."
"Is there?"
"We hear it."