I have proof of that now.

Look at that rifle there.

That's one of the guns they have given out to Indians, and a friendly Indian brought it to me this morning.

But you know the Indians, Walker; I can't get anything definite out of them.

I _must_ find out all about this affair, and you're the only man I could trust with the task." "I b'lieve that's jist about the way the land lays, giner'l," replied Tandy, "but I'll tell you what it is; if ther' aint a _man_ here you kin tie to fur that sort o' work, ther's a purty well grown boy that'll do it up for you equal to me or anybody else, or my name aint Tandy Walker, and that's what the old woman at home calls me." A little further conversation revealed the fact that the boy alluded to was none other than our friend Sam Hardwicke.