“There is serious promise of danger, ’t is true,” he admitted, a flash of the old fire in his eyes.  “Yet that is scarce likely to halt David Wayland’s son.  Indeed, it is the greater reason why this helpless orphan child should be early brought to our protection.  Think of the defenceless little girl exposed alone to such danger!  Nor have we means of judging, Mary, of the real seriousness of the situation to the north and west.  War between the nations may very likely arouse the spirit of the savages, yet rumors of Indian outbreak are always on the lips of the settlers.  Burns himself was upon his return westward, and did not seem greatly troubled lest he fail to get through.  He claimed to live at Chicagou Portage, wherever that may be.  I only know it is the extreme frontier.”

My mother did not answer; and now I spoke, my cheeks aflame with eagerness.

“Do you truly mean, sir, that I am to go in search of the little girl?” I asked, barely trusting my own ears.

“Yes, John,” my father replied gravely, motioning me to draw closer to his chair.  “This is a duty which has fallen to you as well as to your mother and me.  We can, indeed, but poorly spare you from the work at this season; yet Seth will be able to look after the more urgent needs of the farm while you are absent, while he would prove quite useless on such a mission as this.  Do not worry, Mary.  Friend Burns is well acquainted with all that western country, and he tells me there is scarcely a week that parties of soldiers, or friendly Indians, do not pass along the trail, and that by waiting at Hawkins’s place for a few days John will be sure to find some one with whom he may companion on the long journey westward.  He would himself have accompanied him, but must first bear a message to friends at Vincennes.  It is now some weeks since Roger Matherson died, and we shall prove unworthy of our trust if we delay longer in sending for his daughter.”

Though my mother was a western woman, patient and long habituated to sacrifice and peril, still her eyes, fixed upon my face, were filled with tears, and the color had deserted her cheeks.

“I know not why it should be so, David,” she urged softly; “but in my heart I greatly fear this trip for John.  Yet you have ever found me ready to yield wherever it seemed best, and I doubt not you are right in your decision.”

At any other time I should have gone to her with words of comfort and good cheer; but now my ambition was so aroused by this impending adventure as to permit me to think of nothing else.

“Is it so very far, father, to where I must go?” I questioned, eagerly.  “Where is this Fort Dearborn, and how am I to journey in reaching there?  ’T is no garrison of which I have ever heard.”

“Bring me the map your mother made of this country, and the regions to the westward,” he said.  “I am not over clear in regard to the matter myself, although friend Burns, who claims to know all that country, gave me some brief description; but I found him most chary of speech.”