The face was that of Braxton Wyatt, who was now in his
element, with a better prospect of success than any that he had
ever known before. Henry shuddered, and for a moment he
regretted that he had spared Wyatt's life when he might have
taken it.
But Henry was lying against the bank to hear what these men might
be saying, not to slay. Two of the warriors, as he saw by their
paint, were Wyandots, and he understood the Wyandot tongue.
Moreover, his slight knowledge of Iroquois came into service, and
gradually he gathered the drift of their talk. Two miles nearer
Forty Fort was a farmhouse one of the Wyandots had seen it-not
yet abandoned by its owner, who believed that his proximity to
Forty Fort assured his safety. He lived there with his wife and
five children, and Wyatt and the Indians planned to raid the
place before daylight and kill them all. Henry had heard enough.
He slid back from the bank to the water and crept into the boat.
"Pull back down the river as gently as you can," he whispered,
"and then I'll tell you."
The skilled oarsmen carried the boat without a splash several
hundred yards down the stream, and then Henry told the others of
the fiendish plan that he had heard.
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