ch them 'lazily and without alarm。
Their fire； if they succeeded in making it； would cast no light upon him in the dense covert； but they would be outlined against the flame； and he could see them better； well enough； perhaps； to tell to what tribe they belonged。
He watched under his lowered eyelids while the warriors； gathered in a close group to make a shelter from stray puffs of wind； strove with flint and steel。 Sparks sprang up and went out； but Henry at last saw a little blaze rise and cling to life。 Then； fed with tinder and bark； it grew under the roof made by the boat until it was ruddy and strong。 The boat was tilted farther back； and the fire； continuing to grow； crackled cheerfully； while the flames leaped higher。
By a curious transfer of the senses； Henry； as he lay in the thick blackness felt the influence of the fire； also。 Its warmth was upon his face； and it was pleasing to see the red and yellow light victorious against the sodden background of the rain and dripping forest。 The figures of the warriors passed and repassed before the fire； and the boy in the boat moved suddenly。 His body was not shifted more than an inch； but his surprise was great。
A warrior stood between him and the fire； outlined perfectly against the red light。 It was a splendid figure； young； much beyond the average height； the erect and noble head crowned with the defiant scalplock； the strong； slightly curved nose and the massive chin cut as clearly as if they had been carved in copper。 The man who had laid aside a wet blanket was bare now to the waist； and Henry could see the powerful muscles play on chest and shoulders as he moved。
The boy knew him。 It was Timmendiquas； the great White Lightning of the Wyandots； the youngest； but the boldest and ablest of all the Western chiefs。 Henry's pulses leaped a little at the sight of his old foe and almost friend。 As always； he felt admiration at the sight of the young chief。 It was not likely that he would ever behold such another magnificent specimen of savage manhood。
The presence of Timmendiquas so far east was also full of significance。 The great fleet under Adam Colfax； and with Henry and his comrades in the van； had reached Pittsburgh at last。 Thence the arms； ammunition； and other supplies were started on the overland journey for the American army； but the five lingered before beginning the return to Kentucky。 A rumor came that the Indian alliance was spreading along the entire frontier； both west and north。 It was said that Timmendiquas； stung to fiery energy by his defeats； was coming east to form a league with the Iroquois； the famous Six Nations。 These warlike tribes were friendly with the Wyandots； and the league would be a formidable danger to the Colonies； the full strength of which was absorbed already in the great war。
But the report was a new call of battle to Henry； Shif'less Sol； and the others。 The return to Kentucky was postponed。 They could be of greater service here； and they plunged into the great woods to the north and； east to see what might be stirring among the warriors。
Now Henry； as be looked at Timmendiquas； knew that report had told the truth。 The great chief would not be on the fringe of the Iroquois country； if be did not have such a plan； and he had the energy and ability to carry it through。 Henry shuddered at the thought of the tomahawk flashing along every mile of a frontier so vast； and defended so thinly。 He was glad in every fiber that he and his comrades had remained to hang upon the Indian hordes； and be heralds of their marches。 In the forest a warning usually meant the saving of life。
The rain ceased after a while； although water dripped from the trees everywhere。 But the big fire made an area of dry earth about it； and the warriors replaced the long boat in the water。 Then all but four or five of them lay beside the coals and went to sleep。 Timmendiquas was one of those who remained awake； and Henry saw that he was in deep thought。 He walked back and forth much like a white man； and now and then he folded his hands behind his back； looking toward the earth； but not seeing it。 Henry could guess what was in his mind。 He would draw forth the full power of the Six Nations； league them with the Indians of the great valley； and hurl them all in one mass upon the frontier。 He was planning now the means to the end。
The chief； in his little walks back and forth； came close to the edge of the bushes in which Henry lay； It was not at all probable that he would conclude to search among them； but some accident； a chance； might happen； and Henry began to feel a little alarm。 Certainly； the coming of the day would make his refuge insecure； and he resolved to slip away while it was yet light。
The boy rose a little in the boat； slowly and with the utmost caution； because the slightest sound out of the common might arouse Timmendiquas to the knowledge of a hostile presence。 The canoe must make no plash in the water。 Gradually he unwrapped the blanket and tied it in a folded square at his back。 Then he took thought a few moments。 The forest was so silent now that he did not believe he could push the canoe through the bushes without being heard。 He would leave it there for use another day and go on foot through the woods to his comrades。
Slowly he put one foot down the side until it rested on the bottom； and then he remained still。 The chief had paused in his restless walk back and forth。 Could it be possible that he had heard so slight a sound as that of a human foot sinking softly into the water？ Henry waited with his rifle ready。 If necessary he would fire； and then dart away among the bushes。
Five or six intense moments passed； and the chief resumed his restless pacing。 If he had heard； he had passed it by as nothing； and Henry raised the other foot out of the canoe。 He was as delicate in his movement as a surgeon mending the human eye； and he had full cause； as not eye alone； but life as well； depended upon his success。 Both feet now rested upon the muddy bottom； and he stood there clear of the boat。
The chief did not stop again； and as the fire had burned higher； his features were disclosed more plainly in his restless walk back and forth before the flames。 Henry took a final look at the lofty features； contracted now into a frown； then began to wade among the bushes； pushing his way softly。 This was the most delicate and difficult task of all。 The water must not be allowed to plash around him nor the bushes to rustle as he passed。 Forward he went a yard； then two； five； ten； and his feet were about to rest upon solid earth； when a stick submerged in the mud broke under his moccasin with a snap singularly loud in the silence of the night。
Henry sprang at once upon dry land； whence he cast back a single swift glance。 He saw the chief standing rigid and gazing in the direction from which the sound had come。 Other warriors were just behind him； following his look； aware that there was an unexpected presence in the forest； and resolved to know its nature。
Henry ran northward。 So confident was he in his powers and the protecting darkness of the night that he sent back a sharp cry； piercing and defiant； a cry of a quality that could come only from a white throat。 The warriors would know it； and he intended for them to know it。 Then； holding his rifle almost parallel with his body； he darted swiftly away through the black spaces of the forest。 But an answering cry came to his； the Indian yell taking up his challenge； and saying that the night would not check pursuit。
Henry maintained his swift pace for a long time； choosing the more open places that he might make no noise among the bushes and leaves。 Now and then water dripped in his face； and his moccasins were wet from the long grass； but his body was warm and dry； and he felt little weariness。 The clouds were now all gone； and the stars sprang out； dancing in a sky of dusky blue。 Trained eyes could see far in the forest despite the night； and Henry felt that he must be wary。 He recalled the skill and tenacity of Timmendiquas。 A fugitive could scarcely be trailed in the darkness； but the great chief would spread out his forces like a fan and follow。
He had been running perhaps three hours when he concluded to stop in a thicket； where he lay down on the damp grass； and rested with his head under his arm。
His breath had been coming a little faster； but his heart now resumed its regular beat。 Then he heard a soft sound； that of footsteps。 He thought at first that some wild animal was prowling near； but second thought convinced him that human beings had come。 Gazing through the thicket； he saw an Indian warrior walking among the trees； looking searchingly about him as if he were a scout。 Another； coming from a different direction； approached him； and Henry felt sure that they were of the party of Timmendiquas。 They had followed him in some manner； perhaps by chance； and it behooved Mm now to lie close。
A third warrior joined them and they began to examine the ground。 Henry realized that it was much lighter。 Keen eyes under such a starry sky could see much； and they might strike his trail。 The fear quickly became fact。 One of the warriors； uttering a short cry； raised his head and beckoned to the others。 He had seen broken twigs or trampled grass； and Henry； knowing that it was no time to hesitate； sprang from his covert。 Two of the warriors caught a glimpse of his dusky figure and fired； the bullets cutting the leaves close to his head； but Henry ran so fast that he was lost to view in an instant。
The boy was conscious that his position contained many elements of danger。 He was about to have another example of the tenacity and resource of the great young chief of the Wyandots； and he felt a certain anger。 He； did not wish to be disturbed in his plans； he wished to rejoin his comrades and move farther east toward the chosen lands of the Six Nations； instead； he must spend precious moments running for his life。
Henry did not now flee toward the camp of his friends。 He was too wise； too unselfish； to bring a horde down upon them； and he curved away in a course that would take him to the south of them。