“I didn’t git a good look at ’em, lad. They were a man and a woman.”
“Perhaps the woman was my mother.”
“Is your mother missing?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I didn’t see the woman very closely. Fact is, I had all I could do to get away. They wanted to either kill or capture me the worst way,” added Brinker.
“Then you can’t describe the prisoners at all?”
“The man was tall, and looked rather old. The woman was sitting down, and had her back to me, so I can’t tell how tall she was, or how she looked.”
This was all Brinker could tell, and he was so weak that to make him talk more would have been cruel. He was placed in charge of a pioneer who had once served as a nurse in an army hospital, and later on returned to Boonesborough with the others Colonel Boone had mentioned.
“He can be thankful he escaped with his life,” said Joe to Andrew Pembly.
“He can thank you for finding him,” answered the pioneer. “Had you passed him by he would most likely have died in the hollow.”