Yet they had eaten, and they lay there content in the
soothing glow of the fire, like animals that had fed well. Henry
was so near that he could hear every word anyone spoke.
"It was well that the Indians led us to this place, eh, Levi?"
said Wyatt.
"I'm glad the fire spared a part of it," said Coleman. "Looks as
if it was done just for us, to give us a shelter some cold winter
night when we come along. I guess the Iroquois Aieroski is
watching over us."
Wyatt laughed.
"You're a man that I like, Levi," he said. "You can see to the
inside of things. It would be a good idea to use this place as a
base and shelter, and make a raid on some of the settlements east
of the hills, eh, Levi?"
"It could be done," said Coleman. "But just listen to that wind,
will you! On a night like this it must cut like a saber's edge.
Even our Iroquois are glad to be under a roof."
Henry still gazed in at the crack with eyes that were lighted up
by an angry fire. So here was more talk of destruction and
slaughter! His gaze alighted upon an Indian who sat in a corner
engaged upon a task. Henry looked more closely, and saw that he
was stretching a blonde-haired scalp over a small hoop.
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