ecognized Wareville and its river
perfectly, and Marlowe, too.

"We know where they are and we know how to reach them," said
Timmendiquas in the Wyandot tongue, "and we must fall upon them in the
night and slay. We must send at once to Tahtarara (Chillicothe, the
greatest of the Indian towns in the Ohio Valley) for more warriors, and
then we must wait for this fleet. Tuentahahewaghta (the site of
Cincinnati, meaning the landing place, where the road leads to the
river) would suit well, or if you do not choose to wait that late we
might strike them where Ohezuhyeandawa (the Ohio) foams into white and
runs down the slope (the site of Louisville). This fleet must be
destroyed first and then the settlements, or the buffalo, the deer and
the forest will go. And when the buffalo, the deer, and the forest go,
we go, too."

Great applause greeted the speech of Timmendiquas, and the question was
decided. Captain White Eyes, who had a melancholy gift of foresight, was
in a minority consisting of himself only, and swift runners were
dispatched at once to the other tribes, telling the decision. Meanwhile,
a great feast was prepared for the visiting chiefs that they might
receive all honor from the Wyandots.

Escorted by Heno and Hainteroh, Henry went back to his prison lodge, sad
and apprehensive. This was, in truth, a formidable league, and it could
have no more formidable leader than Timmendiquas. He had seen, too, the
boastful faces of the renegades, and he was not willing that Braxton
Wyatt or any of them should have a chance to exult over their own
people.

Timmendiquas came to him the next morning and addressed him with
gravity, Henry seeing at once that he had words of great importance to
utter.

"I was willing for you to see the council yesterday, Ware," said White
Lightning, "because I wished you to know how strong we are, and with
what spirit we will go forth against your people. I have seen, too, that
many of our ways are your ways. You love the forest and the hunt, and
you would make a great Wyandot."

He paused a moment, as if he would wait for Henry to speak, but the boy
remained silent.

"You are also a great warrior for one so young," resumed Timmendiquas.
"The white youth, Wyatt, says that it is so, and the great chiefs,
Yellow Panther of the Miamis, and Red Eagle of the Shawnees, tell of
your deeds. They are eager to see you die, but the Wyandots admire a
brave young warrior, and they would make you an o