he valley. Singularly enough, he was a cousin of
"Indian" Butler, who led the invading army.

The five, dressed in deerskin hunting shirts, leggins, and moccasins,
and everyone carrying a rifle, hatchet, and knife, entered a large low
room, dimly lighted by some wicks burning in tallow. A man of middle
years, with a keen New England face, sat at a little table, and several
others of varying ages stood near.

The five knew instinctively that the man at the table was Colonel
Butler, and they bowed, but they did not show the faintest trace of
subservience. They had caught suspicious glances from some of the
officers who stood about the commander, and they stiffened at once.
Colonel Butler looked involuntarily at Henry-everybody always took him,
without the telling, for leader of the group.

"We have had report of you," he said in cool noncommittal tones, "and
you have been telling of great Indian councils that you have seen in the
woods. May I ask your name and where you belong?"

"My name," replied Henry with dignity, "is Henry Ware, and I come from
Kentucky. My friends here are Paul Cotter, Solomon Hyde, Tom Ross, and
Jim Hart. They, too, come from Kentucky."

Several of the men gave the five suspicious glances. Certainly they
were wild enough in appearance, and Kentucky was far away. It would
seem strange that new settlers in that far land should be here in
Pennsylvania. Henry saw clearly that his story was doubted.

"Kentucky, you tell me?" said Colonel Butler. "Do you mean to say
you have come all that tremendous distance to warn us of an attack by
Indians and Tories?"

Several of the others murmured approval, and Henry flushed a little, but
he saw that the commander was not unreasonable. It was a time when
men might well question the words of strangers. Remembering this, he
replied:

"No, we did not come from Kentucky just to warn you. In fact, we
came from a point much farther than that. We came from New Orleans to
Pittsburgh with a fleet loaded with supplies for the Continental armies,
and commanded by Adam Colfax of New Hampshire."

The face of Colonel Butler brightened.

"What!" he exclaimed, "you were on that expedition? It seems to me that
I recall hearing of great services rendered to it by some independent
scouts."

"When we reached Pittsburgh," continued Henry, "it was our first
intention to go back to Kentucky, but we heard that a great war movement
was in progress to the eastward, and we thou