at the sight of the young chief. It was not likely that he would
ever behold such another magnificent specimen of savage manhood.

The presence of Timmendiquas so far east was also full of
significance. The great fleet under Adam Colfax, and with Henry
and his comrades in the van, had reached Pittsburgh at last.
Thence the arms, ammunition, and other supplies were started on
the overland journey for the American army, but the five lingered
before beginning the return to Kentucky. A rumor came that the
Indian alliance was spreading along the entire frontier, both
west and north. It was said that Timmendiquas, stung to fiery
energy by his defeats, was coming east to form a league with the
Iroquois, the famous Six Nations. These warlike tribes were
friendly with the Wyandots, and the league would be a formidable
danger to the Colonies, the full strength of which was absorbed
already in the great war.

But the report was a new call of battle to Henry, Shif'less Sol,
and the others. The return to Kentucky was postponed. They
could be of greater service here, and they plunged into the great
woods to the north and, east to see what might be stirring among
the warriors.

Now Henry, as be looked at Timmendiquas, knew that report had
told the truth. The great chief would not be on the fringe of
the Iroquois country, if be did not have such a plan, and he had
the energy and ability to carry it through. Henry shuddered at
the thought of the tomahawk flashing along every mile of a
frontier so vast, and defended so thinly. He was glad in every
fiber that he and his comrades had remained to hang upon the