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d at the Falls of the Muskingong he struck out for his Kentucky home。〃
〃Here is Wetzel；〃 said Col。 Zane； who had risen and gone to the door。 〃Now； Betty； try and get Lew to tell us something。〃
〃Come； Lewis； here is a seat by me；〃 said Betty。 〃We have been pleasantly passing the time。 We have had bear stories； snake stories； ghost storiesall kinds of tales。 Will you tell us one？〃
〃Lewis； did you ever have a chance to kill a hostile Indian and not take it？〃 asked Col。 Zane。
〃Never but once；〃 answered Lewis。
〃Tell us about it。 I imagine it will be interesting。〃
〃Well； I ain't good at tellin' things；〃 began Lewis。 〃I reckon I've seen some strange sights。 I kin tell you about the only redskin I ever let off。 Three years ago I was takin' a fall hunt over on the Big Sandy； and I run into a party of Shawnees。 I plugged a chief and started to run。 There was some good runners and I couldn't shake 'em in the open country。 Comin' to the Ohio I jumped in and swum across； keepin' my rifle and powder dry by holdin' 'em up。 I hid in some bulrushes and waited。 Pretty soon along comes three Injuns； and when they saw where I had taken to the water they stopped and held a short pow…wow。 Then they all took to the water。 This was what I was waitin' for。 When they got nearly acrosst I shot the first redskin； and loadin' quick got a bullet into the others。 The last Injun did not sink。 I watched him go floatin' down stream expectin' every minute to see him go under as he was hurt so bad he could hardly keep his head above water。 He floated down a long ways and the current carried him to a pile of driftwood which had lodged against a little island。 I saw the Injun crawl up on the drift。 I went down stream and by keepin' the island between me and him I got out to where he was。 I pulled my tomahawk and went around the head of the island and found the redskin leanin' against a big log。 He was a young brave and a fine lookin strong feller。 He was tryin' to stop the blood from my bullet…hole in his side。 When he saw me he tried to get up； but he was too weak。 He smiled； pointed to the wound and said： 'Deathwind not heap times bad shot。' Then he bowed his head and waited for the tomahawk。 Well； I picked him up and carried him ashore and made a shack by a spring。 I staid there with him。 When he got well enough to stand a few days' travel I got him across the river and givin' him a hunk of deer meat I told him to go； and if I ever saw him again I'd make a better shot。
〃A year afterwards I trailed two Shawnees into Wingenund's camp and got surrounded and captured。 The Delaware chief is my great enemy。 They beat me； shot salt into my legs； made me run the gauntlet； tied me on the back of a wild mustang。 Then they got ready to burn me at the stake。 That night they painted my face black and held the usual death dances。 Some of the braves got drunk and worked themselves into a frenzy。 I allowed I'd never see daylight。 I seen that one of the braves left to guard me was the young feller I had wounded the year before。 He never took no notice of me。 In the gray of the early mornin' when all were asleep and the other watch dozin' I felt cold steel between my wrists and my buckskin thongs dropped off。 Then my feet were cut loose。 I looked round and in the dim light I seen my young brave。 He handed me my own rifle； knife and tomahawk； put his finger on his lips and with a bright smile； as if to say he was square with me； he pointed to the east。 I was out of sight in a minute。〃
〃How noble of him！〃 exclaimed Betty； her eyes all aglow。 〃He paid his debt to you； perhaps at the price of his life。〃
〃I have never known an Indian to forget a promise； or a kind action； or an injury；〃 observed Col。 Zane。
〃Are the Indians half as bad as they are called？〃 asked Betty。 〃I have heard as many stories of their nobility as of their cruelty。〃
〃The Indians consider that they have been robbed and driven from their homes。 What we think hideously inhuman is war to them；〃 answered Col。 Zane。
〃When I came here from Fort Pitt I expected to see and fight Indians every day；〃 said Capt。 Boggs。 〃I have been here at Wheeling for nearly two years and have never seen a hostile Indian。 There have been some Indians in the vicinity during that time but not one has shown himself to me。 I'm not up to Indian tricks； I know； but I think the last siege must have been enough for them。 I don't believe we shall have any more trouble from them。〃
〃Captain；〃 called out Col。 Zane； banging his hand on the table。 〃I'll bet you my best horse to a keg of gunpowder that you see enough Indians before you are a year older to make you wish you had never seen or heard of the western border。〃
〃And I'll go you the same bet；〃 said Major McColloch。
〃You see； Captain； you must understand a little of the nature of the Indian；〃 continued Col。 Zane。 〃We have had proof that the Delawares and the Shawnees have been preparing for an expedition for months。 We shall have another siege some day and to my thinking it will be a longer and harder one than the last。 What say you； Wetzel？〃
〃I ain't sayin' much； but I don't calkilate on goin' on any long hunts this summer；〃 answered the hunter。
〃And do you think Tarhe； Wingenund； Pipe； Cornplanter； and all those chiefs will unite their forces and attack us？〃 asked Betty of Wetzel。
〃Cornplanter won't。 He has been paid for most of his land and he ain't so bitter。 Tarhe is not likely to bother us。 But Pipe and Wingenund and Red Foxthey all want blood。〃
〃Have you seen these chiefs？〃 said Betty。
〃Yes； I know 'em all and they all know me；〃 answered the hunter。 〃I've watched over many a trail waitin' for one of 'em。 If I can ever get a shot at any of 'em I'll give up Injuns and go farmin'。 Good night； Betty。〃
〃What a strange man is Wetzel；〃 mused Betty； after the visitors had gone。 〃Do you know； Eb； he is not at all like any one else。 I have seen the girls shudder at the mention of his name and I have heard them say they could not look in his eyes。 He does not affect me that way。 It is not often I can get him to talk； but sometimes he tells me beautiful thing about the woods； how he lives in the wilderness； his home under the great trees； how every leaf on the trees and every blade of grass has its joy for him as well as its knowledge； how he curls up in his little bark shack and is lulled to sleep by the sighing of the wind through the pine tops。 He told me he has often watched the stars for hours at a time。 I know there is a waterfall back in the Black Forest somewhere that Lewis goes to； simply to sit and watch the water tumble over the precipice。〃
〃Wetzel is a wonderful character； even to those who know him only as an Indian slayer and a man who wants no other occupation。 Some day he will go off on one of these long jaunts and will never return。 That is certain。 The day is fast approaching when a man like Wetzel will be of no use in life。 Now； he is a necessity。 Like Tige he can smell Indians。 Betty； I believe Lewis tells you so much and is so kind and gentle toward you because he cares for you。〃
〃Of course Lew likes me。 I know he does and I want him to；〃 said Betty。 〃But he does not care as you seem to think。 Grandmother Watkins said