Wyatt was perhaps
the least troubled of all those present. Caring for himself
only, the burning of Oghwaga caused him no grief. He suffered
neither from the misfortune of friend nor foe. He was able to
contemplate the glowing tower of light with curiosity only.
Braxton Wyatt knew that the Iroquois and their allies would
attempt revenge for the burning of Oghwaga, and he saw profit for
himself in such adventures. His horizon had broadened somewhat
of late. The renegade, Blackstaffe, had returned to rejoin Simon
Girty, but be had found a new friend in Coleman. He was coming
now more into touch with the larger forces in the East, nearer to
the seat of the great war, and he hoped to profit by it.
"This is a terrible blow to Brant," Coleman whispered to him.
"The Iroquois have been able to ravage the whole frontier, while
the rebels, occupied with the king's troops, have not been able
to send help to their own. But they have managed to strike at
last, as you see."
"I do see," said Wyatt, "and on the whole, Coleman, I'm not
sorry. Perhaps these chiefs won't be so haughty now, and they'll
soon realize that they need likely chaps such as you and me, eh,
Coleman.
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