a great captain. He is my son. He will stay
with me. You see that I have him."

The English in Detroit made much of Daniel Boone. They liked his
manners. They entertained him, and questioned him about his
adventures, and offered him money.

"I thank you," he answered, "but I cannot accept, for I should not be
able to repay."

Governor Hamilton also treated him well; insisted that he be ransomed
in some way, so that he might return home on parole; otherwise he might
yet be killed, should the Indians get angry. But Big Turtle shook his
head. He had rather go back to Chillicothe and take his chances.

Having exhibited him for two weeks, Chief Black Fish and warriors
escorted him back to Chillicothe. They left Detroit on April 10, and
were fifteen days on the trail: another disagreeable march. Big Turtle
made no complaint, he acted as much Indian as they, and they thought
more highly of him than ever. They marveled that a white man should
equal them.

Pretty soon, as he had not tried to escape, and did not sulk or shirk,
they grew to look upon him as one of them forever. Did he not mingle
with them, and eat as they ate, and sleep as they slept, and appear
perfectly satisfied? Other white men had become Indians; so why not
he! The Indian life was the best life, the Shawnees the greatest of
nations, and he would be a chief!

A cunning man, was Daniel Boone. They could not see behind his face.
At the shooting matches he allowed them to beat him. This pleased them
immensely; they did not suspect that he planted his balls precisely
where he had purposely aimed; and that he was wise enough to know that
if he beat an Indian, the Indian would be his enemy. Instead, he
gained a friend with every shot. They sent him out hunting, under
guard. He brought in deer, and gave the meat away.

Finally, to test him, they sent him out alone--but they watched him.
He did not attempt to run off; he came back, with more meat. He was
well aware that they had watched him, but he said nothing about it.
Then Chief Black Fish decided to trust him completely. He only counted
the bullets, each time, by doling out two or three.

"Here are your bullets. We know you never miss. For each bullet, a
deer."

"That is good," replied Big Turtle.

He was smarter than they. In the woods he cut a bullet in two, and
used half charges of powder. Two deer, to each ball and each full
charge of powder! In this way he gradually laid