but they were in an unknown tongue. Later he heard the yelling of the Indians and the
dull thud of their feet as they stamped on the ground. He heard the ring of the
tomahawks as they were struck into hard wood. The Indians were dancing the war-
dance round the war-post. This continued with some little intermission all the four days
that Isaac lay in the lodge rapidly recovering his strength. The fifth day a man came into
the lodge. He was tall and powerful, his fair fell over his shoulders and he wore the
scanty buckskin dress of the Indian. But Isaac knew at once he was a white man,
perhaps one of the many French traders who passed through the Indian village.
"Your name is Zane," said the man in English, looking sharply at Isaac.
"That is my name. Who are you?" asked Isaac in great surprise.
"I am Girty. I've never seen you, but I knew Col. Zane and Jonathan well. I've seen your
sister; you all favor one another."
"Are you Simon Girty?"
"I have heard of your influence with the Indians. Can you do anything to get me out of
"How did you happen to git over here? Yon are not many miles from Wingenund's
Camp," said Girty, giving Isaac another sharp look from his small black eyes.
"Girty, I assure you I am not a spy. I escaped from the Wyandot village on Mad River
and after traveling three days I lost my way. I went to sleep in a thicket and when I
awoke an Indian dog had found me. I heard voices and saw three Indians. I got up and
ran, but they easily caught me."
"I know about you. Old Tarhe has a daughter who kept you from bein' ransomed."
"Yes, and I wish I were back there. I don't like the look of things."
"You are right, Zane. You got ketched at a bad time. The Indians are mad. I suppose
you don't know that Col. Crawford massacred a lot of Indians a few days ago. It'll go
hard with any white man that gits captured. I'm afraid I can't do nothin' for you."
A few words concerning Simon Girty, the White Savage. He had two brothers, James
and George, who had been desperadoes before they were adopted by the Delawares,
and who eventually became fierce and relentless savages. Simon had been captured at
the same time as his brothers, but he did not at once fall under the influence of the
unsettled, free-and-easy life of the Indians. It is probable that while in captivity he
acquired the power of commanding the Indians' interest and learned the secret of ruling
them--two capabilities few white men ever possessed. It is certain that he, like the noted