"I had understood that Winnebeg had just returned with despatches from Detroit," remarked the trader, "and am come to learn the news." "Bad enough," answered Capt. Headley, gravely, as he handed to him the despatch from General Hull. "Read that!" Mr. McKenzie attentively perused the document. It was evidently of a nature not to please him, for as he read he knit his brow, bit his lip, and uttered more than one ejaculatory "pish!" "And what do you intend to do, Captain Headley?" he demanded, as he twisted the paper in his fingers impatiently. "Stay, my dear sir," said the commanding officer, anxiously, "do not thus disfigure or slight the general's official--I must preserve it as the only voucher for the course I shall in all probability pursue." "What is that course?" asked Mr. McKenzie; "surely, Captain Headley, you will not strictly follow the letter of these instructions? You are not compelled to do so. It is left optional with yourself; and there cannot be a question as to the great disadvantage attending a retreat." "Pardon me," said the commanding--officer, with something of the hauteur of one sensible of his own personal responsibility; "I consider every paragraph in this official as a direct order. The only sentence that would appear to leave a certain option with myself is where reference is made to the _practicability_ of retreat. Now, I can see nothing impracticable in it. We have nothing to apprehend, with a body of five hundred brave Pottowatomies for our escort, while, if we continue here we must expect a strong British force speedily upon us." "Let me give you a word of counsel before this question is publicly discussed," returned the trader seriously; "I know the Indians well, and how easily they are influenced by circumstances. Friendly as these Pottowatomies now seem to be, the influence of the majority of the tribes who have joined the British forces may soon change them from friends into foes." "My life on their fidelity," returned Captain Headley, with unusual energy. "While Winnebeg continues with them, I feel that I should dishonor by doubting him." "Do not mistake me," returned the trader. "Your faith in the honesty of Winnebeg, Capt. Headley, is not greater than my own--nay, not so great, perhaps, for I have known and always regarded him from his boyhood; but all the Pottowatomies are not Winnebegs, neither are the warriors so completely under the control of their chiefs as to permit their counsels alone to influence their actions." "You do not mean to say that you have reason to doubt any of these people, Mr. McKenzie?" remarked the captain, seriously and inquiringly. "Not at all; but I wish to show how much more imprudent it would be to trust to them than to ourselves; reinforcements may arrive in time if they are sent for immediately, and should they not, it will be time enough to think of evacuating when our Indian spies bring us notice of the preparations of the British to attack us."