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Months after they had departed, one William May, who had been captured by the Indians, testified that he saw the scalp of Trueman dangling on a stick, and that Trueman's papers fell into the hands of Alexander McKee, who forwarded them to Detroit. Later he saw another scalp said to be the brave Colonel Hardin's, and Hardin's papers fell into the hands of Matthew Elliott.
If she raises her prices she can't make my new foulard." Tillie sat at the table, her faded blue eyes fixed on the back yard, where her aunt, Mrs. Rosenfeld, was hanging out the week's wash of table linen. "I don't know as it's so selfish," she reflected. "We've only got one life. I guess a body's got the right to live it." Mrs. McKee eyed her suspiciously, but Tillie's face showed no emotion.
McKee bought the grub and then settled with the boys, and then he came to me and said, "Now we will settle between ourselves." We walked a few yards away from camp and sat down under a large tree, and he showed me a little book where he had everything set down in black and white, and when all was reckoned up there were twenty two hundred and eighty dollars to divide between us two.
By this marriage she had one son, James McKee, a soldier of the revolution, and ancestor of the several families of that name in the neighborhood of Armstrong's Ford, on the South Fork of the Catawba. After McKee's death, his widow married Mr. Chronicle, by whom she had an only son, William, who afterward performed a magnanimous part in defence of his country's rights.
Capt. McKee then told the wagon master what he had seen me do with a band of Comanche warriors, and also told him what I said I could do for the train if I had the control of the men and they would obey me. The wagon master turned and looked at me a moment as if he was measuring me and then said, "Young man, do you pretend to say that you know all of the Comanche tribe?"
To conceal his distress he moved toward the door. Anywhere to get away from the girl to whom he feared he would betray himself. "I'll join 'em," he huskily answered. Polly, however, could see no reason for his evident haste to leave her. She felt hurt, but thought his actions were due to her scolding him for being with McKee.
William Caldwell brought home Major Chronicle's horse; his sword and spurs passed into the hands of his half brother, James McKee, and the venerated memorials are still in possession of one of his sons, who moved many years ago to Tennessee. Captain Samuel Martin was a native of Ireland, and born in the year 1732. When a young man, he emigrated to America, and first settled in Pennsylvania.
I said, "Capt., I am afraid they will move again before night, but I want one of these men to go and show me where the Indians are, and I will locate their camp tonight, and we can get every one of them and the horses too." Capt. McKee said, "That is a good idea. How many men do you want to go with you?" I said, "Give me the two men that went with me on the other Indian hunt."
Payson overtook Polly riding slowly on her way home from Florence. She barely greeted him. "Has she met Bud, and has he been slurring me?" he thought. He checked his pacing horse to the half-trot, half-walk, of Polly's mount, and, ignoring her incivility, began talking to her. "'D'yeh see Bud in Florence?" "Yep. Couldn't help it. Him an' Buck McKee are about the whole of Florence these days."
Buck paused in the doorway long enough to lament: "Talk of hospitality. I never get in but what I am put out." Slim watched McKee from the window until he disappeared through the gate of the corral. Then walking down to Jack, he took him by the hand. "It'll be all right in an hour thank you, boys," Payson assured them.
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