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"You are a great chief, White Lightning of the Wyandots " he said, " and you and I are brothers.I shall be proud and happy to have such a mighty leader fighting with me.We will have vengeance for this.The power of the Iroquois is as great as ever."He raised himself to his full height, pointing to the fire, and the flames of hate and resolve burned in his eyes.Old Hiokatoo, the most savage of all the chiefs, shook his tomahawk, and a murmur passed through the group of Indians.

Braxton Wyatt still talked in whispers to his new friend, Coleman, the Tory, who was more to his liking than the morose and savage Walter Butler, whom he somewhat feared.Wyatt was perhaps the least troubled of all those present.Caring for himself only, the burning of Oghwaga caused him no grief.He suffered neither from the misfortune of friend nor foe.He was able to contemplate the glowing tower of light with curiosity only.

Braxton Wyatt knew that the Iroquois and their allies would attempt revenge for the burning of Oghwaga, and he saw profit for himself in such adventures.His horizon had broadened somewhat of late.The renegade, Blackstaffe, had returned to rejoin Simon Girty, but be had found a new friend in Coleman.He was coming now more into touch with the larger forces in the East, nearer to the seat of the great war, and he hoped to profit by it.

"This is a terrible blow to Brant," Coleman whispered to him.

"The Iroquois have been able to ravage the whole frontier, while the rebels, occupied with the king's troops, have not been able to send help to their own.But they have managed to strike at last, as you see.""I do see," said Wyatt, "and on the whole, Coleman, I'm not sorry.Perhaps these chiefs won't be so haughty now, and they'll soon realize that they need likely chaps such as you and me, eh, Coleman.""You're not far from the truth," said Coleman, laughing a little, and pleased at the penetration of his new friend.They did not talk further, although the agreement between them was well established.Neither did the Indian chiefs or the Tory leaders say any more.They watched the tower of fire a long time, past midnight, until it reached its zenith and then began to sink.

They saw its crest go down behind the trees, and they saw the luminous cloud in the south fade and go out entirely, leaving there only the darkness that reined everywhere else.

Then the Indian and Tory leaders rose and silently marched northward.It was nearly dawn when Henry and his comrades lay down for the rest that they needed badly.They spread their blankets at the edge of the open, but well back from the burned area, which was now one great mass of coals and charred timbers, sending up little flame but much smoke.Many of the troops were already asleep, but Henry, before lying down, begged William Gray to keep a strict watch lest the Iroquois attack from ambush.He knew that the rashness and confidence of the borderers, especially when drawn together in masses, had often caused them great losses, and he was resolved to prevent a recurrence at the present time if he could.He had made these urgent requests of Gray, instead of Colonel Butler, because of the latter's youth and willingness to take advice.

"I'll have the forest beat up continually all about the town," he said."We must not have our triumph spoiled by any afterclap."Henry and his comrades, wrapped in their blankets, lay in a row almost at the edge of the forest.The heat from the fire was still great, but it would die down after a while, and the October air was nipping.Henry usually fell asleep in a very few minutes, but this time, despite his long exertions and lack of rest, he remained awake when his comrades were sound asleep.

Then he fell into a drowsy state, in which be saw the fire rising in great black coils that united far above.It seemed to Henry, half dreaming and forecasting the future, that the Indian spirit was passing in the smoke.

When he fell asleep it was nearly daylight, and in three or four hours be was up again, as the little army intended to march at once upon another Indian town.The hours while he slept had passed in silence, and no Indians had come near.William Gray had seen to that, and his best scout had been one Cornelius Heemskerk, a short, stout man of Dutch birth.

"It was one long, long tramp for me, Mynheer Henry," said Heemskerk, as he revolved slowly up to the camp fire where Henry was eating his breakfast," and I am now very tired.It was like walking four or five times around Holland, which is such a fine little country, with the canals and the flowers along them, and no great, dark woods filled with the fierce Iroquois.""Still, I've a notion, Mynheer Heemskerk, that you'd rather be here, and perhaps before the day is over you will get some fighting hot enough to please even you."Mynheer Heemskerk threw up his hands in dismay, but a half hour later he was eagerly discussing with Henry the possibility of overtaking some large band of retreating Iroquois.

Urged on by all the scouts and by those who had suffered at Wyoming, Colonel Butler gathered his forces and marched swiftly that very morning up the river against another Indian town, Cunahunta.Fortunately for him, a band of riflemen and scouts unsurpassed in skill led the way, and saw to it that the road was safe.In this band were the five, of course, and after them Heemskerk, young Taylor, and several others.

"If the Iroquois do not get in our way, we'll strike Cunahunta before night," said Heemskerk, who knew the way.