He regretted, for the first time, his separation from the band of emigrants, and became doubly anxious to follow them: for, if it were true that so large a force of Indians was really in the District, there was every reason to suppose they would, according to their known system of warfare, divide into small parties, and scatter over the whole country, infesting every road and path; and he knew not how soon some of them might be found following on the heels of the messenger.

He took advantage of the first symptom of returning serenity on the part of his host, to acquaint him with his resolution to set out immediately, the rains having ceased, and the clouds broken up and almost vanished.
"Lord, captain," said the Kentuckian, "I hoped you would have been for taking a brush with us; and it war my idea to send a messenger after your party, in hopes your men would join us in the rusty.

Whar will they have such another chance?
A thousand Injuns ready cut and dried for killing! Lord, what a fool I war for not setting more store by that tale of Nathan Slaughter's! I never knowed the brute to lie in such a case; for, as he is always ramping about the woods, he's as good as a paid scout.
Howsomever, the crittur did'nt speak on his own knowledge; and that infarnal Stackpole was just ripe from the North side.

But, I say, captain, if your men will fight, just tote 'em back, stow away the women behind the logs here, and march your guns after me; and, if thar's half the number of red niggurs they speak of to be found, you shall see an affa'r of a skrimmage that will be good for your wholesome,--you will, by the etarnal!" "If the men are of that mind," said Roland, gallantly, "I am not the one to balk them.

I will, at least, see whither their inclinations tend; and that the matter may the sooner be decided, I will set out without delay." "And we who war to escort you, captain," said the Kentuckian, with some embarrassment: "you're a soldier, captain, and you see the case!" "I do; I have no desire to weaken your force; and, I trust, no protection is needed." "Not an iota; the road is as safe as the furrow of a Virginnee corn-field,--at least till you strike the lower Forks; and _thar_ I've heard of no rampaging since last summer: I'll indamnify you against all loss and mischief,--I will, if it war on my salvation!" "If you could but spare me a single guide," said Forrester.
"Whar's the use, captain?
The road is as broad and el'ar as a turnpike in the Old Dominion; it leads you, chock up, right on the Upper Ford, whar thar's safe passage at any moment: but, I reckon, the rains will make it look a little wrathy a while, and so fetch your people to a stand-still.
But it's a pot soon full and soon empty, and it will be low enough in the morning." "The Upper Ford ?" said Roland, his dream, for so he esteemed it, recurring to his mind: "is there then a Lower Ford ?" "Ay," replied Bruce; "but thar's no passing it in the freshes; and besides, the place has a bad name.