“We all will, I guess,” agreed Mason. “How far are we from Kellogg’s Grove now, Deerfoot?”
“Two mile.”
“That won’t take long,” exclaimed Robert. “By the way,” he added suddenly, and speaking to Mason, “what has become of Walt?”
“Why, I don’t know,” replied Mason. “I left him over at Fort Armstrong some time ago. I forget where he was going. It seems to me he was to join Major Dement’s battalion, though.”
“That’s the one sent over here,” Joseph remarked.
“Why, to be sure it is,” exclaimed Mason. “Perhaps if we run into them we may find Walt. I’d like to see him again.”
“So should I,” agreed Robert. “We used to get pretty mad at him once in a while but just the same I like him. Don’t you, Joe?”
“Surely I do,” said Joseph heartily. “I hope we’ll meet him soon again.”
“There’s Kellogg’s Grove now,” cried Mason suddenly.
“Does it look as if anyone was there?” asked Joseph.