"It is these two places that have so aroused the Bostonians
against us," continued Thayendanegea. "It is because of them
that the commander of the Bostonians has sent a great army, and
the Long House is threatened with destruction."
"My son and I have fought for our common cause," said "Indian"
Butler, the blood flushing through his swarthy face.
Sir John Johnson interfered.
"We have admitted, Joseph, the danger to the Iroquois," he said,
calling the chieftain familiarly by his first Christian name,
"but I and my brother-in-law and Colonel Butler and Captain
Butler have already lost though we may regain. And with this
strong position and the aid of ambush it is likely that we can
defeat the rebels."
The eyes of Thayendanegea brightened as he looked at the long
embankment, the trees, and the dark forms of the warriors
scattered numerously here and there.
"You may be right, Sir John," he said; "yes, I think you are
right, and by all the gods, red and white, we shall see. I wish
to fight here, because this is the best place in which to meet
the Bostonians. What say you, Timmendiquas, sworn brother of
mine, great warrior and great chief of the Wyandots, the bravest
of all the western nations?"
The eye of Timmendiquas expressed little, but his voice was
sonorous, and his words were such as Thayendanegea wished to
hear.
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