lied, "he is as tall and as powerful as
Timmendiquas, and there is only one such. There is a spy among us, and
it is Henry Ware."

He snatched a pistol from his belt, ran forward, and fired at the
flitting figure, which was gone in an instant among the trees and the
warriors.

"What do you say?" exclaimed Thayendanegea, as he ran forward, "a spy,
and you know him to be such!"

"Yes, he is the worst of them all," replied Wyatt. "I know him. I could
not mistake him. But he has dared too much. He cannot get away."

The great camp was now in an uproar. The tall figure was seen here and
there, always to vanish quickly. Twenty shots were fired at it. None
hit. Many more would have been fired, but the camp was too much crowded
to take such a risk. Every moment the tumult and confusion increased,
but Thayendanegea quickly posted warriors on the embankment and
the flanks, to prevent the escape of the fugitive in any of those
directions.

But the tall figure did not appear at either embankment or flank. It was
next seen near the river, when a young warrior, striving to strike with
a tomahawk, was dashed to the earth with great force. The next instant
the figure leaped far out into the stream. The moonlight glimmered an
instant on the bare head, while bullets the next moment pattered on the
water where it had been. Then, with a few powerful strokes, the stranger
reclaimed the land, sprang upon the shore, and darted into the woods
with more vain bullets flying about him. But he sent back a shout of
irony and triumph that made the chiefs and Tories standing on the bank
bite their lips in anger.

CHAPTER XXI. BATTLE OF THE CHEMUNG

Paul had been sleeping heavily, and the sharp, pealing notes of a
trumpet awoke him at the sunburst of a brilliant morning. Henry was
standing beside him, showing no fatigue from the night's excitement,
danger, and escape, but his face was flushed and his eyes sparkled.

"Up, Paul! Up!" he cried. "We know the enemy's position, and we will be
in battle before another sun sets."

Paul was awake in an instant, and the second instant he was on his feet,
rifle in hand, and heart thrilling for the great attack. He, like all
the others, had slept on such a night fully dressed. Shif'less Sol, Long
Jim, Silent Tom, Heemskerk, and the rest were by the side of him, and
all about them rose the sounds of an army going into battle, commands
sharp and short, the rolling of cannon wheels, the metallic r