BOONE.
Well, lads, 'tis all in the day's luck. We'll not suffer for meat if I can shoot an elk or a bear. (Lads exeunt through trees in background, Boone watching them.) Brave lads they are, and true!
[He tends the kettle, facing audience. After a moment Indians stealthily appear in background.
EAGLE'S FEATHER
(as two of the braves seize Boone).
Long Knife, surrender!
[There is a brief struggle between Boone and the braves; but the former finds, that it is useless to resist.
HAWK EYE
Shawnees on warpath. Long have watched Boone and tried to trap him. Now have got him. Boone show trail to Boonesborough.
BOONE
(to himself, in a tense whisper).
Boonesborough?