It was incredible. No one, be he ever so
daring, would dare such a thing. But the figure down there among
the trees, passing about among the warriors, many of whom did not
know one another, certainly looked familiar, despite the Indian
paint and garb. Only that of Timmendiquas could rival it in
height and nobility. These were facts that could not be hidden
by any disguise.
"What is it, Wyatt?" asked Sir John. "What do you see? Why do
you look so startled?"
Wyatt sought to reply calmly.
"There is a warrior among those trees over there whom I have not
seen here before," he replied. "he is as tall and as powerful as
Timmendiquas, and there is only one such. There is a spy among
us, and it is Henry Ware."
He snatched a pistol from his belt, ran forward, and fired at the
flitting figure, which was gone in an instant among the trees and
the warriors.
"What do you say?" exclaimed Thayendanegea, as he ran forward, "a
spy, and you know him to be such!"
"Yes, he is the worst of them all," replied Wyatt. "I know him.
I could not mistake him. But he has dared too much. He cannot
get away."
The great camp was now in an uproar. The tall figure was seen
here and there, always to vanish quickly.
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