His feet were cut and bruised; still he struggled on without complaining.

They rested part of the night, and the next day the Indians, now deeming themselves practically safe from pursuit, did not exercise unusual care to conceal their trail.
That evening about dusk they came to a rapidly flowing stream which ran northwest.

Crow and one of the other Indians parted the willows on the bank at this point and dragged forth a long birch-bark canoe which they ran into the stream.

Isaac recognized the spot.

It was near the head of Mad River, the river which ran through the Wyandot settlements.
Two of the Indians took the bow, the third Indian and Isaac sat in the middle, back to back, and Crow knelt in the stern.