One day Boone's daughter was out, with two other girls, in a canoe on the river. Suddenly some Indians pounced on them and carried them off. One of the girls, as she went along, broke off twigs from bushes, so that her friends might be able to follow her track through the woods. An Indian caught her doing it, and told her that he would kill her if she did not instantly stop. Then she slyly tore off small bits of her dress, and dropped a piece from time to time. Boone and his men followed the Indians like bloodhounds. They picked up the bits of dress and so easily found which way the savages had gone. They came up with the Indians just as they were sitting down round a fire to eat their supper. Creeping toward them behind the trees as softly as a cat creeps up behind a mouse, Boone and his men aimed their rifles and fired. Two of the Indians fell dead, the rest ran for their lives, and the girls were carried back in safety to the fort.
