e Indian boys rushed him, to down him. Young Linn was
left-handed--and a left-hander is a bad proposition, in a fight.
"Smack!" Over went the Indian boy; Kentucky Linn was right on top of
him in an instant, kicking and pounding and clawing him until he howled.

The warriors were highly pleased. They formed a ring, and danced and
cheered and whooped, to see the white boy take care of himself. But
the other Indian boys charged in, wild with rage. It might have gone
hard with Master Linn had not his four partners joined the fray. Then
there was a lively fracas. It was Kentucky against the world. Fat
Bear, Buck Elk, William Wells--they all five cleared a circle. The
Indian boys large and small toppled right and left--did not know how to
use their fists, tried in vain with clubs and rocks, were sent flying
every time they dived to grapple, staggered away with bloody noses and
swollen eyes; and pretty soon they had enough and to spare.

All this time the men were whooping and yelling, praising the white
boys and urging the red boys to thresh them. Now they drove the
remaining Indian boys away, and carried the five Kentuckians into the
council-house, patting them on the back as heroes.

"We're goin' to be adopted," gasped Little Fat Bear.

"I don't care," wheezed Buck Elk. "Say! Did you see how little Jack
uses his left hand?"

"Well, we told him to hold his temper. He'd like to have got killed,"
complained Fat Bear. "But we licked 'em, anyhow."

"You bet we did!"

They were adopted. All the warriors were eager to have one of the
fighting young Long Knives. At last the matter was settled; each boy
went into a different family, to be an Indian. But they had to bid
goodby to William Wells; his new father lived in another village. He
was taken away, and they did not see him again--at least, not for
several years. He stayed with the Miamis for eight years; was named
Black Snake; grew up with them; lived in Chief Little Turtle's town
near the Fort Wayne, Indiana, of to-day; married Chief Little Turtle's
sister; and was much thought of by the Miamis. Then in 1793 he left,
in the open, saying that he was going back to the white people and help
the American army in its fights with the red people. He could not fire
upon his own nation.

The four other boys remained here, in this town. They were well
treated. They had shown their spunk; they were not cowards. The
Indian boys made friends with them. They