ther friends who had been tortured like
Colonel Crawford. It all amounted to the same thing. He resolved to
escape or die while trying. Already he had been given a broken jaw.

In the morning he was painted black again, and sent away afoot in
charge of a large Shawnee, who drove him with a hickory whip. They
were bound for the Shawnee towns, forty miles southwest--probably to
Wakatomica. The doctor, who was not much over five feet tall and
weighed scarcely more than one hundred and twenty, trotted valiantly,
glad that he had not been tied by a rope. But because he was so small,
and was not a warrior, the Shawnee seemed to think him harmless.

A warrior armed with gun and hatchet and knife should have no fear of a
midget white man who had been well beaten.

"There lie the bones of your Big Captain," the Shawnee jeered, when
they passed the charred Crawford stake.

The doctor only smiled as well as he could, with such a jaw. He showed
no fear. He pretended to feel safe, for he was going "to see his
friends." He began to make up to his guard, whose name was Tutelu.

[Illustration: The Fight of the Privates.]

For all his surly looks Tutelu proved to be good-natured. He and the
doctor proceeded to fool each other.

"When we reach the Shawnee towns, you and I will live together in the
same cabin, as brothers," the doctor proposed.

Tutelu grinned. He grinned to think that this white man was so simple,
and he grinned to think that this white man wished to live with him.

"Yes," he said. "You make good cabin? Know how?"

"I will build us such a great cabin that the council-house will look
small," assured the doctor.

"Heap cabin maker, huh!" answered Tutelu, much impressed. "See,
to-morrow." And they journeyed on like friends, except for the whip.

But the wool was not yet pulled over Tutelu's eyes. In camp to-night
he tied his prisoner; and whenever the doctor stirred, to loosen the
knots, Tutelu's gaze glowed upon him, through the darkness. There was
no chance to do a thing.

"Reach Shawnee town to-morrow when sun is high," Tutelu had announced,
before lying down. And all night the doctor thought and thought, and
worked vainly at his knots.

When at daybreak his keeper untied him, he determined that he would
attempt escape, somehow, at once. The Shawnees should not torture him
as all the rest had been tortured.

They did not start immediately. Tutelu squatted, to renew the fire, in
order