o. With the Wyandots and the bravest of the Shawnees and Miamis he
still held the ground where a group of tepees stood, and many men fell
dead or wounded before them.

Adam Colfax and Major Braithwaite met in the prairie, and in their
excitement and joy wrung each other's hands.

"A glorious triumph!" exclaimed the Major.

"Yes, but we must push it home!" said the stern Puritan, his face a red
glow, as he pointed toward the tepee where Timmendiquas and the flower
of the warriors still fought.

Henry was near them and heard them. He saw, also, a gray light shooting
down, and he knew the dawn was at hand.

The Major raised his sword once more. Adam Colfax took his hat in his
hand and waved it. Then the whole white force, uttering a simultaneous
shout, rushed upon the group around Timmendiquas. Henry and his
comrades, shouting with them, were in the front of the attack.

The Indian band was swept away, and, with the battle smoke in his
nostrils, Henry followed the survivors into the forest. The day was
coming, but it was still dark within the shadow of the trees. Henry
marked the dusky form of a tall warrior, and he followed him with every
ounce of energy that he could command.

The warrior ran rapidly and soon the prairie was left behind. The noise
and confusion of the dying battle sank away, but Henry did not notice
it. The fury of the conflict was still in his veins, and he thought of
nothing but to overtake the fleeing warrior, who was not far before him.

The gloom in the forest deepened. Thickets grew all about them, and the
last light from the firing was shut out. Then the tall warrior turned
abruptly and fired at his pursuer. The bullet whistled by Henry's ear,
and he would have fired in return, but it was too late. The warrior was
rushing upon him, and his own impetus carried him forward to meet the
Indian. They were locked the next instant in a desperate grasp, as they
writhed and struggled over the leaves and grass, each putting forth his
utmost strength.

It was too dark in the forest for Henry to see his opponent, but he knew
that he had never before been seized by anyone so powerful. He was only
a boy in years himself, but boys, in his time in the west, developed
fast under a strenuous life, and few men were as tall and strong as he.
Moreover, he knew some of the tricks of wrestling, and the Indians are
not wrestlers. He used all his knowledge now, trying the shoulder hold
and the waist hold and to