The sight held Boone motionless.

His fury had gone and only wonder and awe remained.

As they passed the dead, each Indian raised his axe in salute--the salute to a great chief.

The next minute they were splashing through the ford.
An hour later, when the invaders had disappeared on the northern levels, Boone slipped down from the bluff to the camping place.

He stood still a long time by his friend, taking off his deerskin cap, so that his long black hair was blown over his shoulders.
"Jim, boy," he said softly.