“You little rascal,” said he, shaking me, “how am I to look out for an army and you besides? Have you had anything to eat?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
We came to the fires, and Captain Bowman hurried up to meet him.
“We're piling up earthworks and barricades,” said the Captain, “for the fight to-morrow. My God! if the Willing would only come, we could put our cannon into them.”
Clark laughed.
“Bowman,” said he, kindly, “has Davy fed you yet?”
“No,” says the Captain, surprised, “I've had no time to eat.”
“He seems to have fed the whole army,” said the Colonel. He paused. “Have they scented Lamothe or Maisonville?”
“Devil a scent!” cried the Captain, “and we've scoured wood and quagmire. They tell me that Lamothe has a very pretty force of redskins at his heels.”
“Let McChesney go,” said Clark sharply, “McChesney and Ray. I'll warrant they can find 'em.”