In Kentucky with Daniel Boone

HIS SWIFT EYES SEARCHED IT FOR THE SIGN
By JOHN T. McINTYRE
Illustrations by Ralph L. Boyer and A. Edwin Kromer
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY PHILADELPHIA 1913
COPYRIGHT 1913 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
In Kentucky With Daniel Boone
Along the trail which wound along the banks of the Yadkin, in North Carolina, rode a tall, sinewy man; he had a bronzed, resolute face, wore the hunting shirt, leggins and moccasins of the backwoods, and had hanging from one shoulder a long flint-locked rifle. A small buck, which this unerring weapon of the hunter had lately brought down, lay across his saddle bow.
Away along the trail, at a place where the river bent sharply, a cloud of dust arose in the trail; and as the hunter rode forward he kept his keen eyes upon this.
“Horsemen,” he told himself. “Two of them, I reckon, judging from the dust.”
Nearer and nearer rolled the cloud; at length the riders within it could be seen. One was a middle-aged man who rode a powerful black horse; the other was a boy of perhaps thirteen whose mount was a long-legged young horse, with a wild eye and ears that were never still.
Catching sight of the hunter, the man on the big black drew rein.
“What, Daniel!” cried he. “Well met!”