ey had turned back many an attack.
It was not their numbers, but the cunning they used and the evil spirits
they summoned to their aid that made them so powerful and dangerous.
Until the five were removed the Indians could not roam their ancient
hunting grounds in content.

So the Shawnees, the Miamis, the Wyandots, the Delawares and the kindred
tribes had organized to pursue the five to the death. They had struck
the trail of one, the youth who was the largest, the strongest and the
most formidable of them all, and they had never ceased to follow it.
Twice they had drawn around him a ring through which it seemed possible
for nothing human to break, but on each occasion he had called to the
evil spirits, his friends, and they had answered him with such effect
that he had vanished like a bird at night.

Murmurs of wonder came from the listening crowd. Truly, the young white
warrior was of marvelous prowess, and it would not be well for one of
them alone to meet him, when he not only had his formidable weapons, but
could summon to his help spirits yet more dreadful. They cast
apprehensive glances at the deep woods into which he had fled.

Red Eagle was an impressive orator, and the forest setting was
admirable. The great Shawnee chief stood full six feet in height, his
brow was broad and his eyes clear and sparkling. He made but few
gestures, and he spoke in a full voice that carried far. Before him were
the people of the village, and behind him was the great forest, blazing
in autumn red. The renegades, Blackstaffe and Wyatt, stood near, each
leaning against a tree trunk, following closely all that Red Eagle said.
They, too, wished the destruction of the great youth, but their enmity
to him was baser than that of the Indians, since it was an innate
jealousy and hatred, and not a hostility based upon difference of race
and interest.

When Henry looked at the renegades the desire to laugh was strong again.
What rage they would feel if they ever came to know that when Red Eagle
was making his address with his veteran warriors around him, the
fugitive, for whose capture or death a red army had striven in vain for
days, lay at his ease within fifty or sixty feet of them, a buffalo robe
of the Indians' themselves, his bed, and one of their own houses his
shelter!

Red Eagle continued, in his round, full voice, telling them he had
tracked the fugitive northward, his warriors picking up the trail again,
and that he must ha