| I. | The Gray Lizard Speaks | [ 7] |
| II. | A Coming Struggle | [ 18] |
| III. | Daniel Boone, Marksman | [ 33] |
| IV. | In the Wilderness | [ 61] |
| V. | Captured by the Shawnees | [ 70] |
| VI. | Boone in the Wilderness | [ 93] |
| VII. | Attacked! | [ 105] |
| VIII. | The Three Boys Ride On a Mission | [ 114] |
| IX. | Defending a Log Cabin | [ 125] |
| X. | A Night Experience | [ 139] |
| XI. | The Battle of Point Pleasant | [ 147] |
| XII. | The Fort at Boonesborough | [ 164] |
| XIII. | Conclusion | [ 174] |
| XIV. | Sketch of Boone’s Life | [ 185] |
Illustrations
| His Swift Eyes Searched It For the Sign | [ Frontispiece] |
| Closely Boone Studied the Trail | [ 75] |
| The Rifles Spoke Through the Port-Holes | [ 136] |
| He Increased His Speed | [ 159] |
In Kentucky With Daniel Boone
CHAPTER I
THE GRAY LIZARD SPEAKS
Along the trail which wound along the banks of the Yadkin, in North Carolina, rode a tall, sinewy man; he had a bronzed, resolute face, wore the hunting shirt, leggins and moccasins of the backwoods, and had hanging from one shoulder a long flint-locked rifle. A small buck, which this unerring weapon of the hunter had lately brought down, lay across his saddle bow.
Away along the trail, at a place where the river bent sharply, a cloud of dust arose in the trail; and as the hunter rode forward he kept his keen eyes upon this.
“Horsemen,” he told himself. “Two of them, I reckon, judging from the dust.”
Nearer and nearer rolled the cloud; at length the riders within it could be seen. One was a middle-aged man who rode a powerful black horse; the other was a boy of perhaps thirteen whose mount was a long-legged young horse, with a wild eye and ears that were never still.
Catching sight of the hunter, the man on the big black drew rein.