Indians of North America -- Wars -- 1812-1815 -- Fiction; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Fiction
Rapidly Jack recounted the circumstances of the Shawnee’s visit and
recited the message he had brought. “This explains everything,” he
ended. “Brito Telfair wants to get possession of the girl and marry her
before she knows anything about her rights. Well! He shan’t!”
Colonel Telfair laughed. “Lord! Jack! You’re heated,” he exclaimed.
“Brito Telfair probably isn’t much worse than other men of his age and
surroundings. You’ve got to allow for Capron’s prejudices, national and
personal. Marriage with him mightn’t be altogether unsuitable. Still,
we’ve got to make sure that it is suitable, and if it isn’t, we’ve----”
“We’ve got to stop it!” Jack struck in. “The first thing is to find the
girl and bring her here. We can decide what to do after that.”
Colonel Telfair became suddenly grave. “Yes!” he answered, “I reckon we
can, if--” He broke off and contemplated his son curiously. “How does
Tecumseh happen to send for you, sir?” he demanded. “But I reckon it
comes of your running wild in their villages while they were down here.
They adopted you or something, didn’t they?”
Jack nodded. “Yes! Tecumseh’s mother adopted me into the Panther clan.
She was born down here, you know, and was back here on a visit when I
knew her.”
“Humph!” The old gentleman pondered a moment. Then suddenly he caught
fire. “Yes! Go, Jack, go!” he thundered. “Damme, sir! I’d like to go
with you, sir. I envy you! If I was a few years younger I’d go, too,
sir! Damme! I would.”
“I wish you could, father.” The boy threw his arm affectionately about
the older man’s shoulders. “Lord! wouldn’t we have times together. We’d
rescue the girl and then we’d help General Hull smash the redcoats and
the redskins.”
“We would, sir! Damme, we would!” The old gentleman shook his fist
in the air. “We’d--we’d----” He broke off, catching at his side, and
dropped into a chair, which Jack hurriedly pushed forward. “Oh! Jack!
Jack!” he groaned. “What d’ye mean by getting your old father worked
up till he’s ill?” Then with a sudden change of front--“You--you’ll
be careful, won’t you, Jack? Not _too_ careful, you know--not when
you face the enemy, but--but--damme, sir, you know what I mean. You
needn’t get yourself killed for the fun of it, sir. I--I’m an old man,
Jack, and you’re my only son and if you----”
“Don’t fear, father! I know the woods. I know the trails. I know the
Indian tongues. I am a member of the Panther clan. More, I am going to
Ohio at the invitation of Tecumseh. Until war begins every member of my
clan will be bound to help me because I am their clan brother; every
Shawnee will be bound to help me because I am the friend of Tecumseh;
every other warrior will befriend me once he knows who I am. If I
travel fast I may rescue cousin Estelle before----”
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