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It would be difficult to fancy a state of more torturing suspense than that endured by the companions of Boone and Calloway, who had been left behind the hill. Though they had slept little since the commencement of the expedition, and had been encouraged by the two fathers, their leaders to sleep that night, the emergency was too exciting to admit of sleep.
Then it was that I, in an ignorance which had not learned the valuable art of general distrust, volunteered a remark for which my host, so soon as we were alone, rebuked me sternly. "Mrs. Marcus is mistaken as to that," I said. "Just as the volley was fired, I recognized Curt Dawson." The voice of Calloway Marcus again cut in with an interruption. "Oh, I reckon you're mistaken about that, Mr.
"The convention had voted the first day not to recognize no proxies for absentees, and so, having one vote the advantage, we was beginning to feel like winners, when just then Breck Calloway from McCorkin County, he up and taken the cramps the worst way. For a spell it shore looked like he was going to be cholera-morbussed.
The captives, terrified by the war yell of their sentinels, added their screams of apprehension, and every thing was in a moment in confusion. The first movement of Boone was to fire. But the forbearance of Calloway, and his own more prudent second thought, restrained him.
"Well, suh," replied Gabe, "he's a heap better'n whut he's been showin' lately, that's a fact." "Can he beat horses like Calloway and Hartshorn?" "He kin if he gits a chance." "How do you mean, a chance?" "Well, suh, if he gits a good, hones' ride, fo' one thing. He been messed all oveh the race track las' few times out." "But with a good ride you think he can win?" "Humph!" sniffed Gabe.
"He leave 'em like they standin' still!" "I want to slip him into the fourth race next Saturday," said Pitkin, "and he'll have Calloway and Hartshorn to beat. There ought to be a nice price on him 4 or 5 to 1, anyway, on account of what he's been showing lately." "Yo' goin' bet on him, suh?" "Straight and place," said Pitkin, "but I won't bet a nickel here at the track.
Here they were, likewise made captives, for their love of them. There was no more sleep in the Indian camp that night. Till the dawn of the day they were talking of what should be done to the new prisoners: some were for burning them at the stake; others objected to this. Boone and Calloway were to be killed, but they were too brave to be killed in this way.
While they were thus engaged, they were made happy by a new arrival. Colonel Calloway, an old companion of Boone's, led by the desire of finding his old friend and a new country, came out to the settlement this spring, and brought with him his two young daughters. Here, then, were companions for Boone's daughter. The fathers were happy, and the mother and girls delighted.
If he could only get that message past the censor the new censor who had arrived and taken his post that day! Calloway did the obviously proper thing. He lit his pipe and sat down on a gun carriage to think it over. And there we must leave him; for the rest of the story belongs to Vesey, a sixteen-dollar-a-week reporter on the Enterprise.
The story runs that Daniel had only fifty cents remaining when all the claims had been settled, but so contented was he to be able to look an honest man in the face that he was in no disposition to murmur over his poverty. When after a long and happy life his wife died in 1813, Boone lived with one or other of his sons * and sometimes with Flanders Calloway.
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