When we reached the Castle, we found that two of the guard had gone over to the island to protect Mr. Gracewood's property. Dinner was ready, and as we were now in no haste, we sat down with the reunited family. Ella was up, and had been improving rapidly. The news of the total defeat of the Indians seemed to quiet her fears in regard to the future.
"She does not wish to go upon Paradise Island again," said her father.
"She need not go there," I added; "though your house is much better than the Castle."
"I have been thinking the matter over for some time, Phil. I have concluded that we had better move my house over to the clearing, if you will let us locate on your land."
"On my land?"
"I believe in squatter sovereignty, Phil Farringford, and I regard this as your farm. The house is put up with screws, and can be readily taken down."
"What will you do with your piano, sir?" I inquired.
"I must get some passing steamer to transport that. The box in which it was brought up from St. Louis is still on the island."
"Our men shall assist you in moving the house," said Lieutenant Pope.
"It can be done in a couple of days, with force enough," added Mr. Gracewood.