“Haven’t you seen him since we parted here?”
“No; have you?”
“Nary time,” Boone replied, laconically.
“Can he have been captivated by the Shawnees?”
“No, it is not likely,” Boone replied. “Ef he had been, I should have heard something of it. The Injuns would have been tickled to death to have been able to have told me that there was another white man to be burnt at my side for their amusement.”
“Did you learn anything about the attack?”
“Yes, all about it. The blow will fall on Point Pleasant first. Thar’ll be such a blaze along the Ohio that the smoke will almost hide the sun. Let’s go into the hollow of the oak, wait for Lark, and while we are waiting, I’ll tell you all about it.” Then the two sought shelter within the hollow tree.
CHAPTER XXIV.
KE-NE-HA-HA AND THE MEDICINE-MAN.
The great chief of the Shawnee nation, Ke-ne-ha-ha, “The-man-that-walks,” was pacing slowly to and fro before the door of his wigwam, which was situated in the center of the village.