"Tell Miss Bowen how you were captured, tied to the stake, half-tomahawked, etc. how you lived Indian fashion for a whole year, when you were sixteen. Wonderful lad! A second Nathaniel Bumppo!" added he, tapping his brother's shoulder. The young man drew back, merely answered "that the story would not interest Miss Bowen," and retired, whether out of pride or shyness it was impossible to say.