“Where do you think Black Hawk is now, Deerfoot?” exclaimed Robert impulsively. He half rose to his feet as though he intended to start in pursuit of his enemy that very moment.
“Sit down, Bob,” laughed his brother. “You’re not thinking of starting after him now, are you?”
“Just as soon as I can,” said Robert eagerly. “Where is Black Hawk now?”
“He go north,” replied Deerfoot. “Four lakes probably.”
“Is that far from here?”
“Very far,” said the Indian. “Much swamps, too.”
“That’s probably just what will happen, all right,” agreed Joseph. “Black Hawk will go up into the swamps and hide there and then we’ll have some fun driving him out again.”
“Maybe he starve,” suggested Deerfoot.
“Hasn’t he any supplies?” asked Joseph.
“No think so. He not able to raise corn last year. He no get any now.”