Henry was the first up the next morning. A strong voice shouted
in his ear: "Henry Ware, by all that's glorious," and a hand
pressed his fingers together in an iron grasp. Henry beheld the
tall, thin figure and smiling brown face of Adam Colfax, with
whom he had made that adventurous journey up the Mississippi and
Ohio.
"And the others?" was the first question of Adam Colfax.
"They're all here asleep inside. We've been through a lot of
things, but we're as sound as ever."
"That's always a safe prediction to make," said Adam Colfax,
smiling. "I never saw five other human beings with such a
capacity for getting out of danger."
"We were all at Wyoming, and we all still live."
The face of the New Englander darkened.
"Wyoming!" he exclaimed. "I cannot hear of it without every vein
growing hot within me."
"We saw things done there," said Henry gravely, the telling of
which few men can bear to hear."
"I know! I know!" exclaimed Adam Colfax. "The news of it has
spread everywhere!"
"What we want," said Henry, "is revenge. It is a case in which
we must strike back, and strike hard. If this thing goes on, not
a white life will be safe on the whole border from the St.
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