gure of the great
Wyandot chieftain.

"Why don't the help from Colonel Clark come?" panted Shif'less Sol. "If
you don't get help when you want it, it needn't come at all."

But help was near. With a great shout more than two hundred men rushed
to the rescue. Yet it was hard in the darkness to tell friend from
enemy, and, taking advantage of it, the warriors yet held a place among
the fallen trees. Now, as if by mutual consent, there was a lull in the
battle, and there occurred something that both had forgotten in the
fierce passions of the struggle. The dawn came. The sharp rays of the
sun pierced the clouds of darkness and smoke, and disclosed the face of
the combatants to one another.

Then the battle swelled afresh, and as the light swung higher and
higher, showing all the forest, the Indian horde was driven back, giving
ground at first slowly. Suddenly a powerful voice shouted a command and
all the warriors who yet stood, disappeared among the trees, melting
away as if they had been ghosts. They sent back no war cry, not another
shot was fired, and the rising sun looked down upon a battlefield that
was still, absolutely still. The wounded, stoics, both red and white,
suppressed their groans, and Henry, looking from the shelter of the
fallen tree, was awed as he had never been before by Indian combat.

The day was of uncommon splendor. The sun shot down sheaves of red gold,
and lighted up all the forest, disclosing the dead, lying often in
singular positions, and the wounded, seeking in silence to bind their
wounds. The smoke, drifting about in coils and eddies, rose slowly above
the trees and over everything was that menacing silence.

"If it were not for those men out there," said Paul, "it would all be
like a dream, a nightmare, driven away by the day."

"It's no dream," said Henry; "we've repulsed the Indians twice, but
they're going to try to hold us here. They'll surround us with hundreds
of sharpshooters, and every man who tries to go a hundred yards from the
rest of us will get a bullet. I wish I knew where Logan's force is or
what has become of it."

"That's a mighty important thing to us," said Boone, "an' it'll grow
more important every hour. I guess Logan has been attacked too, but he
and Clark have got to unite or this campaign can't go on."

Henry said nothing but he was very thoughtful. A plan was forming
already in his mind. Yet it was one that compelled waiting. The day
deepened and the Indi