Boone looked to see them take his scalp, and so wild was his rage that his knees were already bending for the onslaught which should be the death of him and haply of one or two of the murderers.
But no knife was raised.

The Indians seemed to consult together, and one of them gave an order.

Deerskins were brought and the body was carefully wrapped in them and laid on a litter of branches.

Their handling of it seemed almost reverent.

The camp was moving, the horses were saddled, and presently the whole band began to file off towards the forest.