ve passed near their village. He wished to know if
they had seen any trace of him, and he asked their help in the hunt. A
middle-aged man, evidently the head of the village, replied with equal
dignity, but in a dialect that Henry could not understand. Still, he
assumed that it was a full assent, as, a few minutes after he had
finished, ten warriors of the village, taking their weapons, went into
the forest, and Henry knew that they were looking for him or his trail.
But Red Eagle, his warriors and the renegades remained by the fire,
still resting, because they were weary, very weary, no fugitive before
ever having led them such a troublesome chase.

Red Eagle, the Shawnee chief, was a statesman as well as a warrior.
While it was true that young Ware was helped by evil spirits, he felt
that the pursuit must be maintained nevertheless. Ware was the great
champion of the white people, who far to the south were cutting down
the forest and building houses. He had acquired a wonderful name. His
own deeds were marvelous, but superstition had added to the terror that
he carried among the Indians. He must be removed. The necessity for it
grew greater and more pressing every day. All the Indian power must be
turned upon him, and when the task was achieved they could deal with his
four comrades. He had talked over the problem with Yellow Panther, first
chief of the Miamis, a man full of years, wise in council and great on
the war path, and he had agreed with him fully that the pursuit must be
maintained, even if it went to the Great Lakes, or those other great
lakes in the far misty Canadian region beyond.

Now, Red Eagle, as he rested by the fire and received the hospitality of
the tiny tribe in the wilderness, was very thoughtful. Intellect as well
as prowess had made him a great chief; like the one whom he pursued, he
loved the forest, and when he looked upon it now, in all its glowing
colors of autumn, the glossy browns, the blazing reds and the soft
yellows, he was not willing for a single one of its trees to be cut
down. And while he meant to carry the pursuit to the very rim of the
world he knew, if need be, he did not withhold admiration and a certain
liking for the fugitive.

Red Eagle glanced at the renegades, who had sat down now before the fire
and who were in a half doze. Although they were useful to the Indians,
who valued them for many reasons, he felt a strong aversion toward them
at that moment. He knew that if