Would not his keeper be made to answer, and perhaps to suffer for his escape and theft?
Of course he would.

"Then in the darkness I saw again," said the old brave, "that old pale-faced mother, weeping for the loss of her only son," when he immediately returned the cloak to its place, and with far more difficulty than in his descent, he succeeded in reaching his attic prison, where he laid himself down, muttering to himself, "not yet,--poor old pale-face got but one." They took him to Virginia, where, instead of a trial, they gave him about the same liberty they do their slaves.

He staid one winter; but when the spring opened, the fire of the red man took possession of him, and when sent to the forest to chop wood, he took a bee-line for his former residence.

But what was he to do for food?
With a rifle, he could live happily in the woods, but he had none; so after considering the matter, he said to himself, "Me _must_ get a rifle," and instantly started for the highway.

The first cabin he saw, he entered in great apparent excitement, and told the woman of the house, that he had seen a "big deer in the woods, and wanted a rifle to shoot it.