“Yourself,” said the chief, laconically.
“Eh?” Boone could not understand
“The white chief is a great brave; he has put to death many great chiefs. If he will become a son of the Shawnee nation, the warriors will forget what he has done, and will look forward to what he will do.”
Boone was considerably astonished at the words of the chief, although this was not the first time in the course of his eventful life that the Indians had endeavored to get him to join with them.
“Become a Shawnee, eh?”
“Yes,” answered the chief.
“Then the Shawnees will not burn me?”
“No.”
“But if I refuse?”
“To-morrow’s sun will rise upon your death.”