I'll allow Injuns is bad enough; but I never hearn tell of one abusin' a white woman, as mayhap you mean.
Injuns marry white women sometimes; kill an' scalp 'em often, but that's all.

It's men of our own color, renegades like this Girty, as do worse'n murder." Here was the amazing circumstance of Lewis Wetzel, the acknowledged unsatiable foe of all redmen, speaking a good word for his enemies.
Joe was so astonished he did not attempt to answer.
"Here's where they got in the canoe.

One more look, an' then we're off," said Wetzel.

He strode up and down the sandy beach; examined the willows, and scrutinized the sand.

Suddenly he bent over and picked up an object from the water.