After Solomon had given her food he made her take his coat for a blanket and left her alone.
Next morning she was still there. Solomon gave her food again and when they resumed their journey they saw her following.
"She'll go to the end o' the road, I guess," said Solomon. "I'll tell ye what we'll do. We'll leave her at Mr. Wheelock's School."
Their trail bore no further signs of Harpe and his followers.
"I'll bet ye a pint o' powder an' a fish hook they was p'intin' south," said Solomon.
They reached the Indian school about noon. A kindly old Mohawk squaw who worked there was sent back in the trail to find the maiden. In a few minutes the squaw came in with her. Solomon left money with the good master and promised to send more.
When the travelers went on that afternoon the Little White Birch stood by the door looking down the road at them.
"She has a coat o' red on her skin, but the heart o' the white man," said Solomon.
In a moment Jack heard him muttering, "It's a damn wicked thing to do--which there ain't no mistake."
They had come to wagon roads improving as they approached towns and villages, in the first of which they began selling the drove. When they reached Boston, nearly a week later, they had only the two horses which they rode.