Don't come here any more, for this is the Indians' hunting-ground, and all the animals, skins, and furs are ours.

If you are so foolish as to venture here again, you may be sure the wasps and yellow jackets will sting you severely." Chagrined particularly by the loss of the horses, Boone and Stewart for two days pursued the Indians in hot haste.

Finally approaching the Indians' camp by stealth in the dead of night, they secured two of the horses, upon which they fled at top speed.

In turn they were immediately pursued by a detachment of the Indians, mounted upon their fleetest horses; and suffered the humiliation of recapture two days later.

Indulging in wild hilarity over the capture of the crestfallen whites, the Indians took a bell from one of the horses and, fastening it about Boone's neck, compelled him under the threat of brandished tomahawks to caper about and jingle the bell, jeering at him the while with the derisive query, uttered in broken English: "Steal horse, eh ?" With as good grace as they could summon--wry smiles at best--Boone and Stewart patiently endured these humiliations, following the Indians as captives.