"Mornin", governor."
"How is your Indian patient?" asked he whom Carrol called governor. "I hope he has entirely recovered."
"Oh, he"s ready now, for the matter of that, to stan" another tussle, and take another thrust. It wasn"t much of a wound arter all."
"Oh, indeed," said Elias; "I heard from my son Warren that it was a bad one."
"Perhaps your son ain"t used to sich sights; there"s a good deal in that. Would you like to see the Injun? He"s outside, at the back."
"No, thank you, Carrol; I didn"t come to see him, but you. Are you busy?"
"Well, not so busy but I kin talk a spell to you, governor, if you wishes it. I war only packin" up a few things ready for a start to-morrow."
Saying this, Carrol handed the governor a stool--the furniture of his hut not boasting of a chair.
"And so you"re off to-morrow, are you?"
"Yes, I can"t stand this here idle life any longer than I"m obleeged; "taint my sort. Give me the woods and the savanners."
At the very thought of returning to them the backwoodsman smacked his lips.
"When did you see Oluski last?" abruptly asked Elias.
"It war a fortnight ago, governor, near as my memory sarves me; just arter I"d shot the fattest buck killed this season. Oluski"s people war all in a state o" excitement at the time."
"Indeed; about what?"
"Wal, Oluski"s brother, who war chief o" another tribe, died not long "fore, and his son, Wacora, had succeeded to the chiefship. Oluski was mighty perlite to his nephy, who war on a visit to Oluski"s town when I war thar. I expect they"ll all be hyar soon. It"s about thar time o"
comin" to Tampa."
"Did you see this Wacora, as you call him?"
"I did so, governor," answered Carrol, "and a likely Injun he is."
Elias sat for some moments silent, during which time Cris busied himself over his gun.
After a time he put the question--
"Is that all you ha" to say, governor?"
The governor, as Carrol styled him, started at this abrupt interrogatory.
"No, Carrol, that is not all. What I have to say is this. You are a friend to the red-skins?"
"Yes, siree, so long as they behaves themselves, I am," promptly replied Cris.
"I also am their friend," said Rody, "and want to deal fairly by them.
They have, however, a foolish sort of pride that makes it difficult, especially in some matters. You know what I mean, do you not?"
"Yes, I see," rejoined the hunter, in a careless drawl.
"Well, in a bit of business I have with Oluski, I thought a friend might manage with him better than I could myself."
The governor paused to give Carrol an opportunity of replying.
The backwoodsman, however, did not avail himself of it.
"So you see, Carrol," continued Elias, "I thought that you might act the part of that friend in the negotiation I allude to."
"No, I don"t quite see _that_," said Cris, looking up with an odd smile upon his face, and a twinkle in his eye. "But come, governor, tell me what you want done, and I"ll tell you whether I kin do it."
"Well, then, Carrol, I will."
The governor drew his stool nearer to Cris, as if about to impart some confidential secret.
CHAPTER FIVE.
PLAIN SPEECH.
The backwoodsman preserved a wary look, as if suspicious of an attempt to corrupt him.
He was not alarmed. Cris Carrol knew himself to be incorruptible.
"Well, Mr Carrol," proceeded the governor, after a pause; "you know that my settlement has prospered, and, as you may imagine, I have made money along with the rest?"
"Yes, I know that," was the curt answer.
"And, having now got a little ahead of the world, I feel that I have a right to indulge some of my fancies. I want a better house, for instance."
"Do you, now?" said Cris.
"And so I"ve made up my mind to build; and I want a good site. Now you see what I am driving at."
"Well, no; I can"t say that I do exactly."
"Why, Cris, you are dull to-day. I say I want a good site for my new house."
"Well, ain"t you got hundreds of acres--enough and to spare for the most tremenjous big house as was ever built?"
"That"s true; but on all my land there"s not a spot I really like. Does that seem strange to you?"
"Mighty strange to me, but, perhaps, not so strange to you, governor."
"But there _is_ a bit of ground, Cris," continued Elias, "that I do like exceedingly. The worst of it is it"s not mine."
"Why don"t you buy it?"