The captured chief resolved not
to plead for his life. He would make no reply whatever to their
questions, but still gazed downwards in reckless sullenness.
"What shall we do with him?" asked Glenn, when the rest of the party,
(with the exception of Joe,) who had chased the savages far away, came
up and stared at the prisoner.
"Let us set him free!" said Roughgrove.
"Kill him!" cried several.
"No!" exclaimed Mary, "what do _you_ say, Mr. Boone?"
"It would be useless to kill him," said Boone.
"Let him go, then," said Glenn.
"No!" said Boone.
"Why?" asked Glenn.
"Because," replied Boone, "he is a chief, and we may make him the
means of securing the settlement against future attacks. We will
confine him in your garrison as a hostage, and send some friendly
Indian to the Osages announcing his capture, and informing them that
his life will be spared provided they keep away from the settlement
for a certain length of time, at the expiration of which he shall be
restored to them."
"I am glad of that," said Mary, "for I don't believe he is a bad
Indian. We will treat him kindly, and then I think he will always be
our friend."
"Take him along, and bind him fast in the sled, Sneak," said Boone;
"but see that you do not injure him in the least."
"I will. Oh, me and him are purty good friends now. Gee-whoa-haw,"
continued he, taking hold of the string behind, and endeavouring to
drive the silent captive like an ox. The young chief whirled round
indignantly, and with such force as to send Sneak sprawling several
paces to one side. He rose amid the laughter that ensued, and
remembering the words of Boone, conducted his prisoner away in a more
respectful manner.
"Where's Joe?" at length inquired Glenn, seeing that he alone was
missing.
"Oh! I'm afraid he's dead," said Mary.
"If he is, I shall mourn his loss many a day," said Glenn; "for with
all his defects, I would not be without him for the world."
"Give yourself no uneasiness," said Boone; "for he is as well at this
moment as you or I."
"I hope so," said Glenn; "but I have not seen him since we first fired
at the Indians."
"Let us repair to that spot, and there we will find him, for I saw him
fall down when he discharged his musket. I venture to say he has not
moved an inch since."
The party repaired to the place mentioned, and there they found him,
sure enough, lying quite still on his face beside the Indian that
Sneak had killed.
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