"Hatless, shoeless, without gun or knife, provisions or money, clad only in worn linsey-woolsey shirt and trousers stained with blood which he smudged away with dirt and damp leaves, Simon Kenton - aged sixteen years and seven days - headed into the unknown." Chap. I, p. 14

"His skill with Jacob was considerable and in this short time he gained something of a reputation as an outstanding marksman. No longer did he waste hard-earned lead and powder in unnecessary shooting. When Jacob spoke, it was a rare thing indeed if another turkey, deer, grouse, squirrel or wolf did not lie down and die." Chap. I, p. 24

"He wondered if Strader had made it safely away and his mind filled briefly with the grisly picture of Yeager being tomahawked. It was then, for the first time, that the full enormity of his predicament crashed down upon him and he trembled...