His
body was not shifted more than an inch, but his surprise was
great.
A warrior stood between him and the fire, outlined perfectly
against the red light. It was a splendid figure, young, much
beyond the average height, the erect and noble head crowned with
the defiant scalplock, the strong, slightly curved nose and the
massive chin cut as clearly as if they had been carved in copper.
The man who had laid aside a wet blanket was bare now to the
waist, and Henry could see the powerful muscles play on chest and
shoulders as he moved.
The boy knew him. It was Timmendiquas, the great White Lightning
of the Wyandots, the youngest, but the boldest and ablest of all
the Western chiefs. Henry's pulses leaped a little at the sight
of his old foe and almost friend. As always, he felt admiration
at the sight of the young chief. It was not likely that he would
ever behold such another magnificent specimen of savage manhood.
The presence of Timmendiquas so far east was also full of
significance. The great fleet under Adam Colfax, and with Henry
and his comrades in the van, had reached Pittsburgh at last.
Thence the arms, ammunition, and other supplies were started on
the overland journey for the American army, but the five lingered
before beginning the return to Kentucky.
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