"I mourn," he replied, simply.
"A son?"
"A family. I am Logan."
Shocked, I gazed in pity on the stern, noble visage. So this was Logan, the wretched man bereft of all his loved ones by Greathouse!
I turned quietly to Cresap.
"This is the great Cayuga chief, Logan, whose children were murdered," I said.
Cresap turned a troubled face on the mute savage.
"Ask him where he journeys."
"Where do you journey, brother?" I asked, gently.
"I go to Fort Pitt," he answered, without emotion.