The Indians rushed after him, but he had too great a start.
The Indians were swift runners, but John, on his skates, was swifter still.
He knew that the river must flow toward the ocean, and that near the ocean lived the white people.
On and on he skated.
Two days later he saw the smoke of a white man's cabin and knew that he was safe.
John soon found his father and mother.
How glad they were to see him!