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"It is these two places that have so aroused the Bostonians against us," continued Thayendanegea."It is because of them that the commander of the Bostonians has sent a great army, and the Long House is threatened with destruction.""My son and I have fought for our common cause," said "Indian"Butler, the blood flushing through his swarthy face.

Sir John Johnson interfered.

"We have admitted, Joseph, the danger to the Iroquois," he said, calling the chieftain familiarly by his first Christian name, "but I and my brother-in-law and Colonel Butler and Captain Butler have already lost though we may regain.And with this strong position and the aid of ambush it is likely that we can defeat the rebels."The eyes of Thayendanegea brightened as he looked at the long embankment, the trees, and the dark forms of the warriors scattered numerously here and there.

"You may be right, Sir John," he said; "yes, I think you are right, and by all the gods, red and white, we shall see.I wish to fight here, because this is the best place in which to meet the Bostonians.What say you, Timmendiquas, sworn brother of mine, great warrior and great chief of the Wyandots, the bravest of all the western nations?"The eye of Timmendiquas expressed little, but his voice was sonorous, and his words were such as Thayendanegea wished to hear.

"If we fight-and we must fight-this is the place in which to meet the, white army," he said."The Wyandots are here to help the Iroquois, as the Iroquois would go to help them.The Manitou of the Wyandots, the Aieroski of the Iroquois, alone knows the end."He spoke with the utmost gravity, and after his brief reply he said no more.All regarded him with respect and admiration.

Even Braxton Wyatt felt that it was a noble deed to remain and face destruction for the sake of tribes not his own.

Sir John Johnson turned to Braxton Wyatt, who had sat all the while in silence.

"You have examined the evening's advance, Wyatt," he said."What further information can you give us?""We shall certainly be attacked to-morrow," replied Wyatt, "and the American army is advancing cautiously.It has out strong flanking parties, and it is preceded by the scouts, those Kentuckians whom I know and have met often, Murphy, Elerson, Heemskerk, and the others.""If we could only lead them into an ambush," said Sir John."Any kind of troops, even the best of regulars, will give way before an unseen foe pouring a deadly fire upon them from the deep woods.Then they magnify the enemy tenfold.""It is so," said the fierce old Seneca chief, Hiokatoo."When we killed Braddock and all his men, they thought that ten warriors stood in the moccasins of only one."Sir John frowned.He did not like this allusion to the time when the Iroquois fought against the English, and inflicted on them a great defeat.But he feared to rebuke the old chief.Hiokatoo and the Senecas were too important.

"There ought to be a chance yet for an ambuscade," he said."The foliage is still thick and heavy, and Sullivan, their general, is not used to forest warfare.What say you to this, Wyatt?"Wyatt shook his head.He knew the caliber of the five from Kentucky, and he had little hope of such good fortune.

"They have learned from many lessons," he replied, and their scouts are the best.Moreover, they will attempt anything."They relapsed into silence again, and the sharp eyes of the renegade roved about the dark circle of trees and warriors that inclosed them.Presently he saw something that caused him to rise and walk a little distance from the fire.Although his eye suspected and his mind confirmed, Braxton Wyatt could not believe that it was true.It was incredible.No one, be he ever so daring, would dare such a thing.But the figure down there among the trees, passing about among the warriors, many of whom did not know one another, certainly looked familiar, despite the Indian paint and garb.Only that of Timmendiquas could rival it in height and nobility.These were facts that could not be hidden by any disguise.

"What is it, Wyatt?" asked Sir John."What do you see? Why do you look so startled?"Wyatt sought to reply calmly.

"There is a warrior among those trees over there whom I have not seen here before," he replied."he is as tall and as powerful as Timmendiquas, and there is only one such.There is a spy among us, and it is Henry Ware."He snatched a pistol from his belt, ran forward, and fired at the flitting figure, which was gone in an instant among the trees and the warriors.

"What do you say?" exclaimed Thayendanegea, as he ran forward, "a spy, and you know him to be such!""Yes, he is the worst of them all," replied Wyatt."I know him.

I could not mistake him.But he has dared too much.He cannot get away."The great camp was now in an uproar.The tall figure was seen here and there, always to vanish quickly.Twenty shots were fired at it.None hit.Many more would have been fired, but the camp was too much crowded to take such a risk.Every moment the tumult and confusion increased, but Thayendanegea quickly posted warriors on the embankment and the flanks, to prevent the escape of the fugitive in any of those directions.

But the tall figure did not appear at either embankment or flank.

It was next seen near the river, when a young warrior, striving to strike with a tomahawk, was dashed to the earth with great force.The next instant the figure leaped far out into the stream.The moonlight glimmered an instant on the bare head, while bullets the next moment pattered on the water where it had been.Then, with a few powerful strokes, the stranger reclaimed the land, sprang upon the shore, and darted into the woods with more vain bullets flying about him.But he sent back a shout of irony and triumph that made the chiefs and Tories standing on the bank bite their lips in anger.