"We're generally a long way from home, an' you
know we sent word back from Pittsburgh to Wareville that we wuz
stayin' a while here in the east on mighty important business."
"Then we go to the Wyoming Valley as straight and as fast as we
can," said Henry. "That's settled. What else did you bear about
their plans, Sol?"
"They're to break up the village here soon and then they'll march
to a place called Tioga. The white men an' I hear that's to be a
lot uv 'em-will join 'em thar or sooner. They've sent chiefs all
the way to our Congress at Philydelphy, pretendin' peace, an'
then, when they git our people to thinkin' peace, they'll jump on
our settlements, the whole ragin' army uv 'em, with tomahawk an'
knife. A white man named John Butler is to command 'em."
Paul shuddered.
"I've heard of him," he said. "They called him 'Indian' Butler
at Pittsburgh. He helped lead the Indians in that terrible
battle of the Oriskany last year. And they say he's got a son,
Walter Butler, who is as bad as he is, and there are other white
leaders of the Indians, the Johnsons and Claus."
"'Pears ez ef we would be needed," said Tom Ross.
"I don't think we ought to hurry," said Henry.
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