The Indian must have been desperately wounded, for his companion now abandoned the chase and went to his assistance.

Together they disappeared in the forest.
Wetzel, seeing that he was no longer pursued, slackened his pace and proceeded thoughtfully toward the settlement.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * That same day, several hours after Wetzel's departure in quest of the turkey, Alfred Clarke strolled over from the fort and found Colonel Zane in the yard.

The Colonel was industriously stirring the contents of a huge copper kettle which swung over a brisk wood fire.
The honeyed fragrance of apple-butter mingled with the pungent odor of burning hickory.
"Morning, Alfred, you see they have me at it," was the Colonel's salute.
"So I observe," answered Alfred, as he seated himself on the wood-pile.

"What is it you are churning so vigorously ?" "Apple-butter, my boy, apple-butter.

I don't allow even Bessie to help when I am making apple-butter." "Colonel Zane, I have come over to ask a favor.