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Updated: May 6, 2025
Grub is all right and some darn nice girls waitin' on the table, too." But Thompson who owned the sheep was contemptuous. "I want to be in town; I don't go to Chicago to live out in the stockyards; I want to be where things go by. I ante my valise at the Grand Palace or the New Merchants'; the best is good enough for me." McCleary looked a little put down.
Two days more the boy and his friend worked during every moment of daylight, and then came Stephen Kidder. "Master McCleary is just behind me," he cried, before Walter could greet him. "Master McCleary! Why has he come? Is there more danger for me?" "You are free to go to Portsmouth this day. Samuel Haines has sailed for England, and there is little chance he will ever return."
"But I have nothing to do with that," Walter cried, as the Indian pushed the money toward him. "Build mill." "But I surely can't do it with your money, you must understand that." "Why?" "Because it you know I couldn't." "Would from white man?" "That is different. If Master McCleary or Master Leavitt would lend it to me, taking a mortgage to secure themselves "
Walter had many messages to send to his mother and Master McCleary, and if the messenger remembered them all his memory must have been prodigious. Finally, the young men crept into the lean-to where Sewatis lay, apparently sleeping, and very shortly after they had stretched themselves out on the fragrant fir boughs their eyes were closed in slumber.
In their retreat they lost several men, and among others the brave Major Andrew McCleary, who was killed by a cannon shot after he had passed the Isthmus of Charlestown."
A letter now before the writer of this story, signed by Walter Neal and addressed to his mother at Portsmouth, tells of his service during the battle, while he was a member of the regiment to which Andrew McCleary was attached, and in it the miller says: "Tell Sewatis that our noble friend is no more.
"Master McCleary has promised that I shall not suffer because of the delay in paying the tax, and I am certain he will keep faith with me." "And do you intend to leave home now?" "I must; there are those who depend upon me, and they shall not be disappointed." "I am afraid, Walter, you are pursuing the wrong course.
"I fancy Master McCleary will provide you with plenty." "Say to my mother that I suffer for nothing save the opportunity to see her. She knows full well what other words I would speak if she were here." With a hearty clasp of the hands the two friends I separated, Stephen to make his way through the forest ten miles or more, and Walter to resume the labour which might prove useless.
"I shall not need his money, for I already have a partner who neither demands interest nor a portion of the profits," Walter replied, laughingly; and then he told his now mystified friends of what Sewatis had done. McCleary insisted upon taking the Indian by the hand as he praised him, but not a word, either good or bad, could he persuade Sewatis to speak.
Some choice dive on the levee is gappin' for you. Now, mind you, I won't bail you out. You go into the game with your eyes open," he said, and his banter was highly pleasing to the accused ones. McCleary turned to Harold, whom he knew only as "Hank," and said: "Hank, you ain't sayin' a word; what're your plans?" "I'll stay with you as long as you need me." "All right; I'll take care o' you then."
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