one white burst from it, rushing toward the forest. Henry and his
comrades could easily have shot down all three, but Silent Tom Ross was
the only one who pulled a trigger and he picked the white man. At the
crack of his rifle the fugitive fell. By the flare of the flames Henry
caught a glimpse of his face and saw that it was Perley. He fell just at
the edge of the forest, but where the fire would not reach him.

The village was now a mass of flames. The whole open space was lighted
up brilliantly, and the sparks flew in myriads. Ashes and burning
fragments carried by the wind fell thickly through the forest. The vivid
flare penetrated the forest itself and the five men saw their foes
crouching in the bushes. They advanced, using all the skill of those to
whom the wilderness is second nature and a battle from tree to tree
ensued. The five were more than a match for the eight who were now
against them. The man who had passed as Fowler was quickly wounded in
the shoulder, the harelipped leader himself had his cap shot from his
head, and one of the Indians was slain. Then they took to flight, and,
after a pursuit of some distance, the five returned toward the village,
where the flames were now dying down.

Paul had been flicked across the hand by a bullet and Jim Hart shook two
bullets out of his clothing, but they were practically unhurt and it was
their object now to see the man Perley, who had been left at the edge of
the forest. By the time they reached the open where the village had
stood, the day was fully come. The Council House had fallen in and the
poles and fragments of bark smoked on the ground. Nothing was left of
the wigwam but ashes which the wind picked up and whirled about. The
wounded man lay on his side and it was quite evident that his hurt was
mortal, but his look became one of terror when the five came up.

"We do not mean to hurt you," said Henry; "we will make it as easy for
you as we can."

"And the others," gasped the man. "You have beaten them in the battle,
and they have fled, the Colonel with them."

"Yes," replied Henry, "they are gone, and with them Colonel--?"

The man looked up and smiled faintly. At the edge of death he read
Henry's mind. He knew that he wished to obtain the name of the
harelipped man and, sincere enemy of his own people though Perley was,
he no longer had any objection to telling.

"Prop me up against that tree trunk," he gasped.

Henry did so, and Paul brought som