I watched round an' seen Girty come back to the hut.

He had ten Injuns with him, an' presently they all made fer the west.

I trailed them, but didn't calkilate it'd be wise to tackle the bunch single-handed, so laid back.

A mile or so from the hut I came across hoss tracks minglin' with the moccasin-prints.

About fifteen mile or from the Delaware town, Girty left his buckskins, an' they went west, while he stuck to the hoss tracks.