In Joe's low voice and clear, gray eye there was something potent and magnetic, which subtly influenced those with whom he came in contact.
While his new friends were at dinner Joe strolled over to where Colonel Zane sat on the doorstep of his home.
"How did you get on with the boys ?" inquired the colonel.
"All right, I hope.

Say, Colonel Zane, I'd like to talk to your Indian guide." Colonel Zane spoke a few words in the Indian language to the guide, who left his post and came over to them.

The colonel then had a short conversation with him, at the conclusion of which he pointed toward Joe.
"How do--shake," said Tome, extending his hand.
Joe smiled, and returned the friendly hand-pressure.
"Shawnee--ketch'um ?" asked the Indian, in his fairly intelligible English.
Joe nodded his head, while Colonel Zane spoke once more in Shawnee, explaining the cause of Silvertip's emnity.
"Shawnee--chief--one--bad--Injun," replied Tome, seriously.
"Silvertip--mad--thunder-mad.

Ketch'um paleface--scalp'um sure." After giving this warning the chief returned to his former position near the corner of the cabin.
"He can talk in English fairly well, much better than the Shawnee brave who talked with me the other day," observed Joe.
"Some of the Indians speak the language almost fluently," said Colonel Zane.

"You could hardly have distinguished Logan's speech from a white man's.