venged."

For a moment James Girty looked searchingly into Simon's face.

"Parquatin!" he said. "Simon, his blood is on your hands. You put him up
to what he did in the council. I should have spared the boy, and killed
you. Oh, what a brother you have been to me! And now with fiendish
delight you tell me that I will fall to-morrow. Let it come! No man
shall say that I ever played the coward. Go your way. I am ashamed to
know that I have a brother whose name is Simon!"

The last word still quivered the outlaw's lips as he turned on his heel
and deliberately walked away.

Simon Girty watched him until the ghostly shadows of the trees hid him
from sight, and said, as he turned toward the Indian camp:

"Simon Girty will be brotherless to-morrow night."

There was a tinge of regret in his tone, for despite their hates and
jealousies, their inhumanity to one another, the renegade brothers were
not devoid of every spark of brotherly affection.

And the night wore on, and at last the day came. It was the bloody and
disastrous twentieth of August, 1794.

CHAPTER XVII.

FIELD OF THE FALLEN TIMBERS.

We return to other characters of our romance in order to glance at their
adventures from our last dealings with them up to the night before the
great fight for supremacy on the shores of the Maumee.

We left Kate Merriweather returning to her kindred with Harvey Catlett
and her lover after her rescue in the cabin of James Girty.

The restoration was effected without incident worthy of record, and the
girl at last found herself in her mother's arms.

The journey was then resumed, and the entire party, with the exception
of Little Moccasin, who mysteriously returned to the forest, reached Mad
Anthony's camp.

It may well be believed that Abel Merriweather breathed free again when
he found his little family behind the bayonets of the American army, and
he hastened to enroll himself among the ranks of bordermen led by Wells
and the Choctaw chief Hummingbird.

In this legion were also found Oscar Parton, George Darling, and little,
but fearless Carl Merriweather. Harvey Catlett was unattached, and Wolf
Cap given the liberty of the field.

Around and upon the Hill of Presqu'-Isle the Indian forces had posted
themselves, having their left secured by the river, and their front by a
kind of breastwork of fallen timbers which rendered it impracticable for
cavalry to advance. It was a position admirably chosen, but use