We will turn back to the valley
from which we come, and those of your race, Blackstaffe and
Wyatt, shall go with us."
The great chief spoke quietly, but there was an edge to his tone
that told that every word was meant. Henry felt a glow of
admiration. The true greatness of Timmendiquas spoke.
"And the Iroquois?" he said, "will they go back with you?"
"They will. They have killed too much. Today all the white
people in the valley are killed or driven away. Many scalps have
been taken, those of women and children, too, and men have died
at the stake. I have felt shame for their deeds, Ware, and it
will bring punishment upon my brethren, the Iroquois. It will
make so great a noise in the world that many soldiers will come,
and the villages of the Iroquois will cease to be."
"I think it is so, Timmendiquas," said Henry. "But you will be
far away then in your own land."
The chief drew himself up a little.
"I shall remain with the Iroquois," he said. "I have promised to
help them, and I must do so."
"I can't blame you for that," said Henry, "but I am glad that you
do not seek the scalps of women and children. We are at once
enemies and friends, Timmendiquas.
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