Then the shadows of evening began to lengthen, and I glanced at Simon Kenton from time to time in order to learn how he might draw back after having announced so positively that he should make an effort at aiding the captives. But he had no idea of drawing back, as I should have known had I been acquainted with him longer. During the latter part of the afternoon he surveyed the thicket in the rear of the house at frequent intervals; partially opened the shutter two or three times to make certain it could be swung outward noiselessly, and, finally, threw off his hunting shirt lest the garment should hamper his movements. "Are you indeed counting on the attempt?" I asked when he had thus put himself in trim for wriggling through the thicket. "I have already said so," he replied calmly. "There is too much danger! You must not risk your life when the chances are all against you!" I cried vehemently. "It will be easier to go than stay here and listen to that fiendish orgy which will begin before many hours have passed!" "You can hope to do no more than share the poor fellow's fate!" I exclaimed impatiently. "There is a chance I shall pull through, and the game is well worth the candle. I may not tell the story to you; but there are good reasons why I, above all others, should risk my life in an effort to save others; or, to put it in other words, why I ought to die trying to help those poor fellows, rather than remain idle." He spoke in such a solemn tone that I could not have argued further against his going, however much it pained me, and I gazed at him in silence, wondering what might be the meaning of those strange words. Now that it appeared positive he would set forth, and equally certain he would be killed, I began to realize what might be our condition after he had left my mother and myself alone to defend the cabin against the painted crew who thirsted for our blood. It was not probable the poor woman and I could hold out many hours after the brave fellow departed, however good our courage or strong our endurance. The Indians would speedily overpower us, and I knew full well what the end must be unless I was so fortunate as to die fighting. Therefore it was as if I was assisting in an attempt to take my own life, when I did as Simon Kenton bid.