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Boone requested Roughgrove to ask what would be done with the false prophet who had advised them to make the attack. The savage frowned fiercely, and replied that he would be tied to a tree, and shot through the heart a hundred times. "What do you think we intend to do to you?" asked Roughgrove.
William then described the spot to Boone in such precise terms that the old woodman declared he would immediately repair thither and endeavour to find the snake. He accordingly set out in the direction indicated without further delay; while Roughgrove, believing that poor Joe was really on the verge of eternity, strove to comfort his departing spirit with the consolation that religion affords.
"They're mine! they're mine! they're William's!" "What was the child's name?" asked Glenn, quickly. "William! William!" cried Mary. "It is my brother! it is my poor brother William!" and without a moment's hesitation she threw her arms round his neck, and sobbed upon his breast! "The poor, poor child!" said Roughgrove, in tremulous tones, embracing them both, his eyes filled with tears.
Boone continued silent, with his eyes steadfastly gazing at the earth which the workmen began to throw up. "Posin's done ferrying now," said Dan Rudder, one of the defunct's old companions in the service of Roughgrove. "No he ain't," said Sneak, throwing up a spadeful of flint stones. "I'll keep some of these for my musket," said Joe. "Why ain't he?" demanded Dan.
Death only shall separate us!" said the youth, drawing the slight form of the Indian maiden closer to his heart, and imprinting a rapturous kiss on her smooth forehead. "We will all go together," continued Roughgrove, "save our beloved friend here, who tells me that no earthly consideration could induce him to dwell in cities among civilized men."
"Have you any of the clothes you wore when he was a child?" asked Glenn, addressing Roughgrove. "Yes," replied the old man; and seizing upon the thought, he unlocked the trunk that contained them, and put them on. "Where's mother?" suddenly asked the young chief. "Oh, she's dead!" said Mary. "Dead? I know better!" said he, emphatically. "Indeed she is, brother," repeated Mary, in tears.
Sleep at your brother's side, if you will, poor girl." Mary laid her head on William's pillow, and was soon in a deep slumber. For several moments Roughgrove stood lost in thought, gazing alternately at the reposing brother and sister, and Glenn. He looked also at Sneak and Joe reclining by the fire; both were fast asleep. He then resumed his seat, and motioned Glenn to do likewise.
"No! keep it, child it is a family ring," said Roughgrove. "I will lend it to him I know he will give it me again," she continued, placing it in the extended hand of the young chief, who thanked her with his eyes, and resumed his seat.
Mary and he were twins only six years old, when he was lost. I wished Mary to forget entirely that she ever had a brother it could do no good for her to know it, and would distress her. But now, Heavenly Father! both are gone!" added the old man, in tears. "Was he, too, taken by the Indians? the Osages?" inquired Glenn. "No," said Roughgrove.
"It's a bargain!" said Sneak, with the eager emphasis characteristic of the trading Yankee. "But poor Pete the horses!" said Joe. "There are stalls in the boat for them," said Roughgrove. "Huzza! I'm glad. Huzza!" cried Joe. The next morning beamed upon them in beauty and in sadness. The sun rose in majesty, and poured his brilliant and inspiring rays on peak and valley and plain.
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