"Yes, I hope so. I am going to teach my young cousins and help my uncle in any way I can. I graduated from Yale last year and went from there to Detroit, but as soon as I heard that Aunt Eleanor was willing to take me in, I started and got here yesterday, just before the storm."
"Did you have a pleasant journey?"
"Yes, fairly so. I came by way of Fort Wayne, with Indian guides and relays of horses."
"Any news?" asked the Captain.
"No, only the usual symptoms of discontent among the Indians. The officers in Detroit think there may be another outbreak soon."
"I don't—there's no earthly reason for it."
"Indians aren't particular about reasons," put in Ronald. "Come along, Robert, we're going over to the Lieutenant's."
When they entered, Mrs. Howard was clearing away the breakfast dishes, and after the introductions were over, Ronald did not hesitate to express his disappointment.
"Get that starving kid some coffee, Kit," said the Lieutenant, and Ronald gladly accepted the steaming cup, with polite regret at the trouble he was causing and with profuse praise of the beverage itself.
"Sugar?" asked Mrs. Howard.