"You can serve her far better, lad, in that way," he muttered hastily.
"We shall not always be two to twelve."
With teeth gritted to keep back the fierce anger that shook me, I strolled sullenly on, not even venturing to glance back lest I should give way. It was thus we reached the Fort gate, and entered, leaving our dusky escort to slink back into the night. An anxious crowd met us. It was Wells who questioned first.
"So those devils have let you go unharmed? What answer made the savages?"
"They pledge us safe convoy around the head Of the lake."
"They do? Who spoke the words of the pledge?"
"Old Gomo himself, and it was ratified by each of the chiefs in turn."
"They are lying dogs,—all but one of them. What answered Black
Partridge?"
Heald made no response; and Wells wheeled impetuously to me.
"Come, lad, the truth,—what reply did Black Partridge make to this
Indian mummery?"
"He said, 'I have already spoken to the White Chief in his own wigwam, and given back the medal of the Americans, and have nothing more to say.'"