ch it was difficult for
him to conceal that he heard the statement of the young chief.

"Broder see where go," laughed the Indian, as if he was preserving some
great pleasure for his friend.

Aware that protests were vain, Boone, with apparent cordiality,
expressed his desire to accompany the Indians, although he was ignorant
of the destination of the proposed journey.

To his surprise, the following day when the party set forth from the
village, he found Peleg and nine other whites in the company.

There was no opportunity, however, for conversation among the captives,
who, in spite of the freedom which of late had been granted them by the
Shawnees, now were watched more carefully as the warriors sped through
the forest.

When the band at last arrived at Detroit, Boone was not surprised at the
destination. Here several days elapsed before Owaneeyo expressed his
purpose to return. Just why Boone had been compelled to accompany the
Indians the scout did not yet understand.

However, on the day before their departure, Governor Hamilton summoned
Owaneeyo and Daniel Boone to his quarters.

After a few preliminary words the Governor said to the Indian: "I will
give you L100 for the ransom of this man."

A scowl instantly appeared upon the face of the chief and he turned as
if about to depart from the presence of the Governor.

Wheeling abruptly about, however, his eyes shining and an expression
upon his face which showed how deep his feeling was, he said: "No sell
broder. He my broder." As he spoke, Owaneeyo looked steadily into the
eyes of the scout, and there was no question in the mind of Daniel
Boone as to the sincerity of the young chief's feelings.

"But he is a white man," protested the Governor.

"He my broder," declared Owaneeyo, as if no further explanation need be
made.

"Ask him if he would rather go with you or stay here."

"I would rather go," said Daniel Boone, "than have you pay so much gold
for my release. The Shawnees have been good to me, and though I am a
white man, my own friends and country could not deal more kindly with me
than have Owaneeyo and his tribe."

"No take gold," said Owaneeyo, and strode from the Governor's quarters
as he spoke.

Boone delayed a few minutes, explaining to the Governor that it would be
impossible for him to accept such a ransom, saying in his simple way: "I
am in the hands of a greater Governor than even you, Governor Hamilton,
and I am sure that the righ