g houses send flames to the sky,
The scalps of the Yengees hang at our belts;
None of the white face can escape us.

Henry's heart began to pump heavily. Little specks danced before his
eyes. Here was a great war party, one that he had not foreseen, one that
was going to march against Kentucky. Evidently this enterprise was
distinct from that of Timmendiquas. In his eagerness to see, Henry crept
nearer and nearer to the utmost verge of the danger line, lying in a
clump of bushes where the warriors were passing, not twenty feet away.
Suddenly he started a little, as a new figure came into the light,
thrown into distinct relief by the blazing background of the fires.

He recognized at once the harelipped man, Bird, now in the uniform of a
Colonel in the King's army. His ugliness was in no whit redeemed by his
military attire. But Henry saw that deference was paid him by white men
and red men alike, and he had the walk and manner of one who commanded.
The youth was sorry now that they had not hunted down this man and slain
him. He felt instinctively that he would do great harm to those
struggling settlers south of the Ohio.

While Henry waited three loud shouts were heard, uttered at the far end
of the camp. Instantly the eating ceased, and all the warriors rose to
their feet. Then they moved with one accord toward the point from which
the shouts proceeded. Henry knew that someone of importance was coming,
and he crept along the edge of the forest to see.

Colonel Bird, several subordinate officers, and some chiefs gathered in
front of the mass of warriors and stood expectant. Forth from the forest
came a figure more magnificent than any in that group, a great savage,
naked to the waist, brilliantly painted, head erect and with the air of
a king of men. It was Timmendiquas, and Henry realized, the moment he
appeared, that he was not surprised to see him there. Behind him came
Red Eagle and Yellow Panther, Simon Girty, Braxton Wyatt and
Blackstaffe. Bird went forward, eager to meet them, and held out his
hand in white man's fashion to Timmendiquas. The great Wyandot took it,
held it only a moment, and then dropped it, as if the touch were hateful
to him. Henry had noticed before that Timmendiquas never seemed to care
for the white allies of the Indians, whether English, Canadian or Tory.
He used them, but he preferred, if victory were won, that it should be
won by men of his own race. The manner of the chief seem