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Kinzie also recalled to Captain Heald how that, having left home for Detroit, the preceding autumn, on receiving, when he had proceeded as far as De Charme's, the intelligence of the battle of Tippecanoe, he had immediately returned to Chicago, that he might dispatch orders to his traders to furnish no ammunition to the Indians; in consequence of which all they had on hand was secreted, and such of the traders as had not already started for their wintering-grounds, took neither powder nor shot with them.
He had heard, at Fort Wayne, of the order for evacuating the fort at Chicago, and, knowing the hostile determination of the Pottowattamies, he had made a rapid march across the country, to prevent the exposure of his relative, Captain Heald, and his troops, to certain destruction. But he came "all too late."
"So this is not your Captain de Croix?" said Captain Heald, eying me curiously. "Saint George! but he is a big fellow, the same who made the race last night, or I mistake greatly. And what is this man's name?" "It is John Wayland," I answered, anxious to impress him favorably; "a frontiersman of the Maumee country, and fairly skilled in Indian ways.
Heald has a room large enough for a studio," said Maggie; "but I don't see why you shouldn't find a place where you can paint." "Where? Not in that eighteenth-century house where the two old ladies are standing! Supposing I were to go and ask them if they would let me have their drawing-room to paint in! That is the only house on the green, all the rest are cottages."
Come, I will go with you to confer with Captain Heald, and offer him my services. He can do no more than refuse." Helm offered no further objection, doubtless feeling it useless in my venturesome mood; and we crossed the parade together without speaking. Captain Wells was the first to see me as we entered, and some instinct told him instantly of my purpose. "Ah, Wayland, my boy!
The Pottowattamies, through whose country they must pass, being ignorant of the object of Winnemeg's mission, a forced march might be made, before those who were hostile in their feelings were prepared to interrupt them. Of this advice, so earnestly given, Captain Heald was immediately informed.
Captain Heald had been taken prisoner by an Indian from the Kankakee, who had a strong personal regard for him, and who, when he saw the wounded and enfeebled state of Mrs. Heald, released her husband that he might accompany his wife to St. Joseph. To the latter place they were accordingly carried, as has been related, by Chandonnai and his party.
Furthermore, it seemed important to me to dig a tunnel into the Ayahuaycco hillside at the exact point from which we took the bones in 1911. So I asked Mr. K. C. Heald, whose engineering training had been in Colorado, to superintend it. Mr. Heald dug a tunnel eleven feet long, with a cross-section four and a half by three feet, into the solid mass of gravel.
Here she made a conquest of a young Life Guardsman, called Heald, who had recently succeeded to an estate worth £5000 a year; and with him she spent a few years, made wretched by continual quarrels, in one of which she stabbed him. When he was "found drowned" at Lisbon she drifted to Paris, and later to the United States, which she toured with a drama entitled "Lola Montez in Bavaria."
"Who was it?" he asked, sharply. "We have lost no men!" "His name is Burns, sir. I ran across him just back of the Kinzie house." "Burns? Ol' Tom Burns?" "Yes, sir." Heald laughed, a look of evident relief on his haggard features. "We shall not have to worry much as to his fate," he said, turning toward Wells. "You remember the fellow, William?
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