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"It is so," said Timmendiquas gravely.
CHAPTER V
THE IROQUOIS TOWN
Henry lay fully an hour in the bushes. He had forgotten about
the dogs that he dreaded, but evidently he was right in his
surmise that the camp contained none. Nothing disturbed him
while he stared at what was passing by the firelight. There
could be no doubt that the meeting of Timmendiquas and
Thayendanegea portended great things, but he would not be stirred
from his task of rescuing his comrades or discovering their fate.
They two, great chiefs, sat long in close converse. Others-older
men, chiefs, also-came at times and talked with them. But these
two, proud, dominating, both singularly handsome men of the
Indian type, were always there. Henry was almost ready to steal
away when he saw a new figure approaching the two chiefs. The
walk and bearing of the stranger were familiar, and HENRY knew
him even before his face was lighted tip by the fire. It was
Braxton Wyatt, the renegade, who had escaped the great battles on
both the Ohio and the Mississippi, and who was here with the
Iroquois, ready to do to his own race all the evil that he could.
Henry felt a shudder of repulsion, deeper than any Indian could
inspire in him.
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