e character of the boy.
Wyatt was compelled to give minute descriptions of Adam Colfax,
Drouillard and the five, Henry Ware, Paul, Shif'less Sol, Tom Ross, and
Long Jim.

"We know him whom you call the Ware," said Timmendiquas with a sort of
grim humor, "and we have seen his strength and speed. Although but a boy
in years, he is already a great warrior. He is the one whom you hate the
most, is he not?"

He looked straight into Braxton Wyatt's eyes, and the young renegade had
an uncomfortable feeling that the chief was having fun at his expense.

"It is so," he admitted reluctantly. "I have every cause to hate him. He
has done me much harm, and I would do the same to him."

"The youth called the Ware fights for his own people," said Timmendiquas
gravely.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute, but the flexible Girty
made the best of it.

"And Braxton, who is a most promising boy, fights for his, too," he
said. "He has adopted the red race, he belongs to it, and it is his, as
much as if he was born to it."

Timmendiquas shrugged his shoulders, and, rising, walked away. Girty
followed him with a bitter and malevolent glance.

"I wish I was strong enough to fight against you, my haughty red
friend," was his thought, "but I'm not, and so I suppose it's policy for
me to fight for you."

The Indians devoted the rest of that day to recuperation. Despite their
losses, perfect concord still existed among the tribes, and, inflamed by
their own natural passions and the oratory of Timmendiquas, they were
eager to attack again. They had entire confidence in the young Wyandot
chief, and when he walked among them old and young alike followed him
with looks of admiration.

Hunters were sent northward after game, buffalo, deer, and wild turkeys
being plentiful, and the others, after cleaning their rifles, slept on
the ground. The renegades still kept to themselves in a large buffalo
skin tepee, although they intended to mingle with the warriors later on.
They knew, despite the dislike of Timmendiquas, that their influence was
great, and that it might increase.

Twilight came over the Indian camp. Many of the warriors, exhausted from
the battle and their emotions, still slept, lying like logs upon the
ground. Others sat before the fires that rose here and there, and ate
greedily of the food that the hunters had brought in. On the outskirts
near the woods the sentinels watched, walking up and down on silent
feet.