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“Huh,” grunted the Indian. “Must hurry.”

“Are we going to travel all day, too?” inquired Robert. He had sunk to the ground as soon as their march had ceased, and now, stripped of his gun, he lay at full length upon the earth.

“No,” said Deerfoot in response to Robert’s question. “We stay Scott’s today.”

“Scott’s!” exclaimed Robert. “Where is that?”

“On prairie,” replied Deerfoot. “You know Scott’s.”

“I do,” said Joseph, turning to his brother as he spoke. “Don’t you remember that family that stopped at our house about five or six years ago, Bob? They had come from Virginia and we heard later that they had settled out on the prairie here. You must remember them.”

“I sort of recall something about them,” agreed Robert. “How far from here is their house, Deerfoot?”

“Six miles.”

“We’ll reach there early in the morning then, won’t we?”

“Daylight,” said Deerfoot. “We stay here half-hour, then go on again.”

“When ought we to reach Dixon’s Ferry?” asked Joseph.

“Tomorrow, mebbe. Mebbe next day,” grunted Deerfoot, and rolling over on his back the Indian immediately fell asleep.