From his wet clothes and the position of the sun, now low in the west, he concluded he had been brought across the river and was now miles from the fort.

In front of him he saw three Indians sitting before a fire.

One of them was cutting thin slices from a haunch of deer meat, another was drinking from a gourd, and the third was roasting a piece of venison which he held on a sharpened stick.

Isaac knew at once the Indians were Wyandots, and he saw they were in full war paint.

They were not young braves, but middle aged warriors.