One of the stranger chiefs instantly seized him by the collar, and, the others surrounding him, he was strongly pinioned, committed to a guard, and marched off.  His guard were on horseback, while he was driven before them on foot, with a long rope round his neck.  In this manner they had marched about two and a half miles, when Girty passed them on horseback, informing Kenton that he had friends at the next village, with whose aid he hoped to be able to do something for him.  Girty passed on to the town, but finding that nothing could be done, he would not see his friend again, but returned to Waughcotomoco by a different route.

The Indians with their prisoner soon reached a large village upon the headwaters of the Scioto, where Kenton, for the first time, beheld the celebrated Mingo chief, Logan, so honorably mentioned in Jefferson’s Notes on Virginia.  Logan walked gravely up to the place where Kenton stood, and the following short conversation ensued: 

“Well, young man, these people seem very mad at you?”

“Yes, sir, they certainly are.”

“Well; don’t be disheartened.  I am a great chief.  You are to go to Sandusky.  They speak of burning you there.  But I will send two runners to-morrow to help you.”

Logan’s form was manly, his countenance calm and noble, and he spoke the English language with fluency and correctness.  Kenton’s spirits revived at the address of the benevolent chief, and he once more looked upon himself as providentially rescued from the stake.

On the following morning, two runners were despatched to Sandusky as the chief had promised.  In the evening they returned, and were closeted with Logan.  Kenton felt the most burning anxiety to know the result of their mission, but Logan did not visit him until the next morning.  He then walked up to him, accompanied by Kenton’s guard, and, giving him a piece of bread, told him that he was instantly to be carried to Sandusky; and left him without uttering another word.

Again Kenton’s spirits sunk.  From Logan’s manner, he supposed that his intercession had been unavailing, and that Sandusky was to be the scene of his final suffering.  This appears to have been the truth.  But fortune had not finished her caprices.  On being driven into the town, for the purpose of being burnt on the following morning, an Indian agent, from Canada, named Drewyer, interposed, and once more was he rescued from the stake.  Drewyer wished to obtain information for the British commandant at Detroit; and so earnestly did he insist upon Kenton’s being delivered to him, that the Indians at length consented, upon the express condition that, after the required information had been obtained, he should be again restored to their possession.  To this Drewyer consented, and, with out further difficulty, Kenton was transferred to his hands.  Drewyer lost no time in removing him to Detroit.  On the road, he informed Kenton of the condition upon which he had obtained possession of his person, assuring him, however, that no consideration should induce him to abandon a prisoner to the mercy of such wretches.