and fight us here, and now they are thinking
that maybe they won't. If they had made up their minds thoroughly they
would have gone on with the earthwork."

"That certainly sounds reasonable," said Paul, "but if they don't fight
here where will they fight? I can't believe that Timmendiquas will
abandon the Indian towns without resistance and flee to the woods."

"They have another big town farther on--Piqua they call it. It may be
more defensible than Chillicothe, and, if so, they might decide to
concentrate there. But we can be sure of one thing. They have not yet
left Chillicothe. It is for us to discover within the next few hours
just what they mean to do."

At the lower end of the corn field they found a garden of tall pea and
bean vines which they entered. This field projected into the village and
when they reached its end they saw a great increase of lights and heard
the hum of voices. Peeping from their precarious covert they beheld the
dusky figures of warriors in large numbers, and they surmised that some
sort of a council was in progress.

Henry was eager to know what was being said at this council, but for a
long time he could think of no way. At last he noticed a small wooden
building adjoining the garden, the door of which stood half open,
revealing ears of corn from the preceding season lying in a heap upon
the floor. He resolved to enter this rude corncrib knowing it would
contain many apertures, and see and hear what was being done. He told
the others his plan. They tried to dissuade him from it but he
persisted, being sure that he would succeed.

"I'm bound to take the risk," he said. "We must find out what the
Indians intend to do."

"Then if you're bent on throwin' away your life," said Shif'less Sol,
"I'm goin' in with you."

"No," said Henry firmly. "One is enough, and it is enough to risk one.
But if you fellows wish, lie here behind the vines, and, if I have to
make a run for it, you can cover me with your fire."

The four at last agreed to this compromise, although they were loth to
see Henry go. Every one of them made up his mind to stand by their
leader to the last. Henry left the shelter of the vines, but he lay down
almost flat, and crept across the narrow open space to the corncrib.
When he saw that no one was looking he darted inside, and cautiously
pushed the door shut.

As he expected, there were plenty of cracks between the timbers and also
a small open window at one end. The