He was asked by Crawford whether he knew him, when the Indian said he believed he did, and then asked:
“Are you not Colonel Crawford?”
“I am,” replied the colonel.
The chief displayed much agitation and embarrassment.
“Do you not recollect the friendship that always existed between us?” said Crawford.
“Yes,” said the chief, “I remember that you have been kind to me and we have often drank together.”
“I hope the same friendship continues,” said Crawford.
“It would, of course, were you where you ought to be.”
“And why not here?” urged the colonel. “I hope you would not desert a friend in time of need. Now is the time for you to exert yourself in my behalf, as I should do for you were you in my place.”
“I cannot. The King of England himself, were he to come to this spot, with all his wealth and influence, could not interfere. The blood of the innocent Moravians, more than half of them women and children, cruelly and wantonly murdered, calls too loudly for revenge!”