“We certainly are,” cried Robert. “Deerfoot will stand by us, too.”
“Of course he will. What does he think about things anyway?”
“How do I know? Did you ever hear Deerfoot say what he thought about anything like this? I never did myself.”
“Nor I,” agreed Joseph. “He doesn’t express himself very freely, does he?”
“He certainly does not,” Robert agreed. “He not only doesn’t express his opinion, but he doesn’t say anything at all. You know how I like to talk, and it gets on my nerves to talk and talk to Deerfoot and have him grunt and grunt and once in a while say yes or no.”
“You mustn’t mind that,” laughed Joseph. “That is only his way and you know what a good friend of ours he really is.”
“Certainly I do. Just at present, though, I don’t feel like sitting around and doing nothing. There isn’t even anyone to talk to hardly and I want to talk at least.”
“We’ll have lots to do in a little while, I guess,” said Joseph. “This war isn’t over by any means yet and just as quick as my leg is better we can look around and find something.”
“When are you going to be well?”
“I don’t know,” replied Joseph. “The doctor said in less than two weeks anyway, and probably before then. If anything very important happens before that time you can be sure that I’ll be in it, wound or no wound.”