He would not have been surprised to find the woods full of redskins.

He spent the remainder of that night close under the side of a log with the dog curled up beside him.
Next morning Wetzel ran across the trail of a white man and six Indians.

He tracked them all that day and half of the night before he again rested.

By noon of the following day he came in sight of the cliff from which Jonathan Zane had watched the sufferings of Col.Crawford.Wetzel now made his favorite move, a wide detour, and came up on the other side of the encampment.
From the top of the bluff he saw down into the village of the Delawares.

The valley was alive with Indians; they were working like beavers; some with weapons, some painting themselves, and others dancing war-dances.