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I wus watchin' you when Edwards and the other missionary got shot. I like grit in a man, an' I seen you had it clear through. So when Heckewelder comes over I talked to the fellers, an' all I could git interested was eighteen, but they wanted to fight simply fer fightin' sake. Now, ole Jeff Lynn is your friend. You just lay low until this is over." Jim thanked the old riverman and left him.
She is morbid, apathetic, and, try as we may, we can't interest her. Come at once." Heckewelder had taken Jim's arm and started for the door when he caught sight of Young, sitting bowed and motionless. Turning to Jim he whispered: "Kate?" "Girty did not take her into the encampment," answered Jim, in a low voice. "I hoped he would, because the Indians are kind, but he didn't.
Wells exclaimed: "It's the man who guided my party to the village. It is Wetzel!" The other missionaries had never seen the hunter though, of course, they were familiar with his name, and looked at him with great curiosity. The hunter's buckskin garments were wet, torn, and covered with burrs. Dark spots, evidently blood stains, showed on his hunting-shirt. "Wetzel?" interrogated Heckewelder.
Wait till Heckewelder comes. He'll be here soon. Nell thinks you're dead, and the surprise might be bad for her." Heckewelder came in at that moment, and shook hands warmly with Jim. "The Delaware runner told me you were here. I am overjoyed that Wingenund freed you," said the missionary. "It is a most favorable sign. I have heard rumors from Goshocking and Sandusky that have worried me.
As you know, he has confined himself mostly to propitiating the Indians, and persuading them to be friendly, and listen to us. We'll send for him." Accordingly they dispatched a runner to Goshocking. In due time the Indian returned with the startling news that Heckewelder had left the Indian village days before, as had, in fact, all the savages except the few converted ones.
Loskiel and the simple-minded Heckewelder write from a missionary point of view; Adair, to support a theory of descent from the Jews; the worthy theologian, Jarvis, to maintain his dogma, that all religious ideas of the heathen world are perversions of revelation; and so, in a greater or less degree, of many others.
"I do not know," answered Heckewelder, shaking his head doubtfully. "I do not know what to fear. Girty himself told me he bore us no ill will; but I hardly believe him. All this silence, this ominous waiting perplexes, bewilders me." "Gentlemen, our duty at least is plain," said Jim, impressively. "The faith of these Christian Indians in us is so absolute that they have no fear.
"I'm going after her," answered George wildly. He tottered as he spoke, but wrenched himself free from Dave. "Come, George, listen, listen to reason," interposed Heckewelder, laying hold of Young. "You are frantic with grief now. So are all of us. But calm yourself. Why, man, you're a preacher, not a hunter. You'd be lost, you'd starve in the woods before getting half way to the Indian town.
I'm ready to guide you to Fort Henry." "I'll never go." Wetzel looked at the other men. No one would have doubted him. No one could have failed to see he knew that some terrible anger hovered over the Village of Peace. "I believe you, Wetzel, but I can not go," said Heckewelder, with white face. "I will stay," said George, steadily. "And I," said Dave.
"Dave, Dave, how is it with you?" asked Heckewelder, in a voice low with fear. "Not bad. It's too far out to be bad, but it knocked me over," answered Edwards, weakly. "Give me water." They carried him from the platform, and laid him on the grass under a tree.
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