I reckon we done rested 'bout long 'nough.

'Tain't such a bad place, but my notion is, we ought ter be joggin' 'long." "Mine also.

Come over here, both of you, and I'll give you my idea.

I figured our chances in this way." In a few words I explained my choice of route, pointing it out on the map and telling them briefly why I was afraid to seek refuge either at Fort Madison or Fort Armstrong, or, indeed, at any of the nearer settlements.

Eloise said nothing, her gaze rising from the map to our faces as we debated the question, for Tim spoke his mind freely, his stubby forefinger tracing the course I had indicated.
"Thar's a trail south o' yere thet leads ter a town called Ottaway, an' thar's another trail north o' yere--Injun, I reckon--whut runs straight east.