"What are you going to do?"
"March to their rescue. Will you help us?"
"How?"
"Harness your team of grays and take our party to Pottawattomie."
"All right."
The old man found a grindstone and ordered the ugly cutlasses which he had brought from Ohio to be sharpened. He stood over the stone and watched it turned until each edge was as keen as a butcher's blade.
It began to dawn on the two younger sons before the grinding of the swords was finished what their father had determined.
Frederick asked Oliver tremblingly:
"What do you think of this thing?"
"It looks black to me."