“Then, friend,” said the man of peace, who may now be permitted to tell his own story, “I took council of Peter as to what we should do; and truly it was our opinion we should creep after the murdering Shawnee creatures—­though verily there was more than Shawnees engaged in this wicked business—­and see what had become of thee and thee poor women; seeing that we were in a manner, as I may say, the cause of thee troubles, in carrying thee to the very place where we should not, wicked sinners that we are:  that is, wicked sinner that I am, for truly little Peter had nothing to do with that matter, having done his best to keep us from the ruin.  Well, friend, as soon as we thought it safe, we crept to the spot on the hill-side; and safe enough it was, the savages having departed, leaving nothing behind them, save two young Kentuckians and the coloured person, whom they had prevailed over and hewn to pieces with their Hatchets; besides four corpses of their own, which they had stuck in a cave, where Peter snuffed them out:  truly, friend, thee don’t know what a nose little Peter has!  Well, friend, I saw then that thee enemies had divided, the main body departing one way over the hill, while a smaller party had crossed the river with a horse and prisoner.  Truly it was Peter’s opinion that this prisoner was theeself—­thee own very self (a thing I could not be so certain of on my part, seeing that I had never tracked thee, save by thee horse-prints only), and that if we followed thee, we might in some way aid thee to escape, thee captivators being so few in number.  And so, friend, we waded the river, and followed thee trail until night came, when little Peter undertook to nose thee on in the dark, which he did very successfully, until we reached the place where the savages had killed their horse, and broken their cask of liquor, when truly the scent of the same did so prevail over Peter’s nose, that I was in fear he never would smell right again in all his life, which was a great grief to me; for truly Peter’s nose is, as I may say, the staff of my life, my defence, and my succour:  truly thee don’t know the value of little Peter’s nose.  And, moreover, the savour of the dead horse did somewhat captivate his attention; for truly little Peter is but a dog, and he loves horse-flesh.  Well, friend, this was a thing that perplexed me; until, by and by, having brought little Peter to reason in the matter of the horse, and washed his nose in a brook which it was my fortune to discover, he did bethink him what he was after, and so straightway hunt for the track, which being recovered we went on our way until we lighted right on thee captivators’ camp-fire, and truly we lighted upon it much sooner than we expected.  Well, friend,” continued the narrator, “having crept up as near as I durst, I could see how thee was fixed, tied to the poles so thee could not help theeself; and the three savages lying beside thee, with their guns in the hollows of their arms, ready to be seized in a moment.  Truly, friend, the sight threw me into another perplexity; and I lay watching thee and thee cruel oppressors for more than an hour, marvelling in what way I could give thee help.”