Then slowly and reluctantly the Indian lowered them as if he knew their work on earth was done.
It was growing dark and the bright blaze from the camp fire lighted up the glade, thus enabling Isaac to see the drooping figure on the log, and in the background Crow, holding a whispered consultation with the other Indians.

Isaac heard enough of the colloquy to guess the facts.

The chief had been desperately rounded; the palefaces were on their trail, and a march must be commenced at once.
Isaac knew the wounded chief.

He was the Delaware Son-of-Wingenund.
He married a Wyandot squaw, had spent much of his time in the Wyandot village and on warring expeditions which the two friendly nations made on other tribes.

Isaac had hunted with him, slept under the same blanket with him, and had grown to like him.
As Isaac moved slightly in his position the chief saw him.