As he went through the woods toward the river two huge Indians, with
painted faces, jumped from behind the trees where they had been hiding.
Before John could run he was caught, and his hands were tied behind his
back.
Then they heard William shout as he ran down the path after his brother.
John knew that the Indians might kill him if he warned his brother.
But he was brave, and before they could stop him, he cried out,
"Indians! Indians!"
The Indians were angry and struck at John with their tomahawks.
But he was not afraid; he faced the Indians bravely.
William heard the shout of warning, and ran like a deer back to the log
cabin.
The heavy door was shut with a slam, and John's father, with his rifle,
waited for the Indian attack.
But the two Indians did not dare attack the log cabin.
Dragging John after them, they started up the river bank toward their
Indian town, many, many miles away.
All day long they traveled, and at night they built a small fire.
Over this fire they roasted a partridge which one of them had shot. John
was given his share of the bird and a handful of parched Indian corn.
The Indians looked at John's skates, which still hung over his shoulder.
They did not know what skates were. They thought they must be some of
the white man's magic.
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