"With anxiety, Mr. Sheppard, his nephew, and daughter set up camp in the gathering darkness. They were trying to reach Fort Henry before nightfall but lost their way in the shades of the forest. Their guide had mysteriously deserted them that morning. Suddenly, a band of Indians appeared at the edge of the firelight brandishing tomahawks. As quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. Moments later, a man clad in fringed buckskins silently slipped into the light of the campfire, and in the dim background of the firelight, stood another; waiting and watching. They were Jonathan Zane and Wetzel, the most feared Indian fighters on the border."