He called for a volunteer, when Leslie Combs—then nineteen years of age —promptly responded.
When we reach Fort defiance, said Combs, if you will furnish me with a good canoe, I will carry your despatches to General Harrison and return with his orders.
I shall only require four or five volunteers and one of my Indian guides to accompany me.
Combs was properly equipped, and on May 1 he started on his perilous errand, accompanied by two brothers named Walker and two others (Paxton and Johnson); also by young Black Fish, a Shawnee warrior.
They passed the rapids in safety, when the roar of the siege met their ears.
Great peril was in their way. It was late in the morning.
To remain where they were until night or to go on was equally hazardous.
We must go on, said the brave Combs.
As they passed the last bend in the stream that kept the fort from view they were greatly rejoiced to see the flag was still there, and that the garrison was holding out against a strong besieging f