"Two of them are slipping away," he exclaimed. "They are Ross
and the one they call Long Jim! I wish I dared a shot! Now
they're gone!"
They lay again in silence for a time. There was still firing in
the town, and now and then they heard shouts. Wyatt looked at
his lieutenant, and his lieutenant looked at him.
"Yours is the ugliest face I ever saw," said Wyatt.
"I can say the same of yours-as I can't see mine," said Coleman.
The two gazed once more at the hideous, streaked, and grimed
faces of each other, and then laughed wildly. A wounded Seneca
sitting with his back against the wall began to chant a low,
wailing death song.
"Shut up! Stop that infernal noise!" exclaimed Wyatt savagely.
The Seneca stared at him with fixed, glassy eyes and continued
his chant. Wyatt turned away, but that song was upon his nerves.
He knew that everything was lost. The main force of the Iroquois
would not come back to his help, and Henry Ware would triumph.
He sat down on the floor, and muttered fierce words under his
breath.
"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Coleman. "What is that?"
A low crackling sound came to their ears, and both recognized it
instantly.
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