I outran all the braves, even Arrowswift, the Wyandot runner, who shot me through the arm.

I have had a hard time of it these last three or four days, living on herbs and roots, and when I reached the river I was ready to drop.

I pushed a log into the water and started to drift over.
When the old dog saw me I knew I was safe if I could hold on.

Once, when the young man pointed his gun at me, I thought it was all over.
I could not shout very loud." "Were you going to shoot ?" asked Colonel Zane of Clarke.
"I took him for an Indian, but fortunately I discovered my mistake in time," answered Alfred.
"Are the Indians on the way here ?" asked Jonathan.
"That I cannot say.

At present the Wyandots are at home.