“Daniel Boone!”
The cry came from several lips at once, and not only Harry and Joe, but also Mrs. Parsons and Harmony, leaped up to meet the newcomer on the rocks.
“Hullo! Reckon I’ve struck some sort of a camp,” were Colonel Boone’s first words. Then he looked at his late companion. “Where did you go to in the rain, and what is the matter of you?” he continued.
“Oh, Colonel Boone, how glad I am to see you!” exclaimed Harmony.
The great hunter nodded and descended to the shelter.
“Thank you, miss—but I don’t reckon I know you,” he said simply.
“I am Harmony Winship, and this is my brother Joe. This is Mrs. Parsons and her son Harry. We were all on our way to join Mr. Parsons at your fort.”
“Tell me, good sir, how is my husband?” put in the Quakeress quickly.
Before answering Boone removed his coonskin cap and bowed politely. “He is tolerably well, madam, but for his leg, which he hurt while felling trees in the forest. But for his hurt he might be with me this moment.”
“Is it serious?”