"That Indian will kill her.
Run, Chandonnai," to one of Mr.Kinzie's clerks, "take the mule that is tied there, and offer it to him to release her." Her captor, by this time, was in the act of disengaging her bonnet from her head, in order to scalp her.

Chandonnai ran up, and offered the mule as a ransom, with the promise of ten bottles of whiskey as soon as they should reach his village.

The latter was a strong temptation.
"But," said the Indian, "she is badly wounded--she will die.

Will you give me the whiskey at all events ?" Chandonnai promised that he would, and the bargain was concluded.

The savage placed the lady's bonnet on his own head, and, after an ineffectual effort on the part of some squaws to rob her of her shoes and stockings, she was brought on board the boat, where she lay moaning with pain from the many bullet-wounds she had received in both arms.
The horse Mrs.Heald had ridden was a fine, spirited animal, and, being desirous of possessing themselves of it uninjured, the Indians had aimed their shots so as to disable the rider, without injuring her steed.
She had not lain long in the boat, when a young Indian of savage aspect was seen appapproaching buffalo robe was hastily drawn over her, and she was admonished to suppress all sound of complaint, as she valued her life.
The heroic woman remained perfectly silent, while the savage drew near.
He had a pistol in his hand, which he rested on the side of the boat, while, with a fearful scowl, he looked pryingly around.