He plunged into the water and floating down with the swift current he soon got out of sight of the flickering camp fires.

Half a mile below he left the water and ran along the bank until he came to a large tree, a landmark he remembered, when he turned abruptly to the east and struck out through the dense woods.

He travelled due east all that night and the next day without resting, and with nothing to eat except a small piece of jerked buffalo meat which he had taken the precaution to hide in his hunting shirt.

He rested part of the second night and next morning pushed on toward the east.

He had expected to reach the Ohio that day, but he did not and he noticed that the ground seemed to be gradually rising.