Thinking it was Warren Rody, he called out to him that Nelatu was all right.
He was somewhat surprised to perceive that instead of Warren, it was his father.
“Good morning, neighbour,” said Elias.
“Mornin’, governor.”
“How is your Indian patient?” asked he whom Carrol called governor. “I hope he has entirely recovered.”
“Oh, he’s ready now, for the matter of that, to stan’ another tussle, and take another thrust. It wasn’t much of a wound arter all.”
“Oh, indeed,” said Elias; “I heard from my son Warren that it was a bad one.”
“Perhaps your son ain’t used to sich sights; there’s a good deal in that. Would you like to see the Injun? He’s outside, at the back.”
“No, thank you, Carrol; I didn’t come to see him, but you. Are you busy?”
“Well, not so busy but I kin talk a spell to you, governor, if you wishes it. I war only packin’ up a few things ready for a start to-morrow.”