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they might hope to annihilate this band which had won such hate for itself on the border。 But twelve were not enough and twelve such lives could not be spared at a time when the army needed them most。
Henry pressed his teeth firmly together in order to keep down his disappointment by a mere physical act if possible。 He happened to look at Shif'less Sol； and saw that his teeth were pressed together in the same manner。 It is probable that like feelings swayed every one of the twelve； but they were so still in the brushwood that no Iroquois heard grass or leaf rustle。 Thus the twelve watched the sixty pass； and after they were gone； Henry； Shif'less Sol； and Tim Murphy followed for several miles。 They saw Wyatt proceed toward the Chemung River； and as they approached the stream they beheld signs of fortifications。 It was now nearly daylight； and； as Indians were everywhere； they turned back。 But they were convinced that the enemy meant to fight on the Chemung。
CHAPTER XX
A GLOOMY COUNCIL
The next night after Henry Ware and his comrades lay in the brushwood and saw Braxton Wyatt and his band pass； a number of men； famous or infamous in their day； were gathered around a low camp fire on the crest of a small hill。 The most distinguished of them all in looks was a young Indian chief of great height and magnificent build； with a noble and impressive countenance。 He wore nothing of civilized attire； the nearest approach to it being the rich dark…blue blanket that was flung gracefully over his right shoulder。 It was none other than the great Wyandot chief； Timmendiquas； saying little； and listening without expression to the words of the others。
Near Timmendiquas sat Thayendanegea； dressed as usual in his mixture of savage and civilized costume； and about him were other famous Indian chiefs； The Corn Planter； Red jacket； Hiokatoo； Sangerachte； Little Beard； a young Seneca renowned for ferocity； and others。
On the other side of the fire sat the white men： the young Sir John Johnson； who； a prisoner to the Colonials； had broken his oath of neutrality； the condition of his release； and then； fleeing to Canada； had returned to wage bloody war on the settlements； his brother…in…law； Colonel Guy Johnson； the swart and squat John Butler of Wyoming infamy； his son； Walter Butler； of the pallid face； thin lips； and cruel heart； the Canadian Captain MacDonald； Braxton Wyatt； his lieutenant； the dark Tory； Coleman； and some others who had helped to ravage their former land。
Sir John Johnson； a tall man with blue eyes set close together； wore the handsome uniform of his Royal Greens； he had committed many dark deeds or permitted them to be done by men under his command； and he had secured the opportunity only through his broken oath； but he had lost greatly。 The vast estates of his father； Sir William Johnson； were being torn from him； and perhaps he saw； even then； that in return for what he had done he would lose all and become an exile from the country in which he was born。
It was not a cheerful council。 There was no exultation as after Wyoming and Cherry Valley and the Minisink and other places。 Sir John bit his lip uneasily； and his brother…in…law； resting his hand on his knee； stared gloomily at the fire。 The two Butlers were silent； and the dark face of Thayendanegea was overcast。
A little distance before these men was a breastwork about half a mile long； connecting with a bend of the river in such a manner that an enemy could attack only in front and on one flank； that flank itself being approached only by the ascent of a steep ridge which ran parallel to the river。 The ground about the camp was covered with pine and scrub oaks。 Many others had been cut down and added to the breastwork。 A deep brook ran at the foot of the hill on which the leaders sat。 About the slopes of this hill and another； a little distance away； sat hundreds of Indian warriors； all in their war paint； and other hundreds of their white allies； conspicuous among them Johnson's Royal Greens and Butler's Rangers。 These men made but little noise now。 They were resting and waiting。
Thayendanegea was the first to break the silence in the group at the fire。 He turned his dark face to Sir John Johnson and said in his excellent English： 〃The king promised us that if we would take up arms for him against the Yankees； he would send a great army； many thousands； to help us。 We believed him； and we took up the hatchet for him。 We fought in the dark and the storm with Herkimer at the Oriskany； and many of our warriors fell。 But we did not sulk in our lodges。 We have ravaged and driven in the whole American border along a line of hundreds of miles。 Now the Congress sends an army to attack us； to avenge what we have done； and the great forces of the king are not here。 I have been across the sea； I have seen the mighty city of London and its people as numerous as the blades of grass。 Why has not the king kept his promise and sent men enough to save the Iroquois ？〃
Sir John Johnson and Thayendanegea were good friends； but the soul of the great Mohawk chief was deeply stirred。 His penetrating mind saw the uplifted hand about to strike…and the target was his own people。 His tone became bitterly sarcastic as he spoke； and when he ceased he looked directly at the baronet in a manner that showed a reply must be given。 Sir John moved uneasily； but he spoke at last。
〃Much that you say is true； Thayendanegea；〃 he admitted； 〃but the king has many things to do。 The war is spread over a vast area； and he must keep his largest armies in the East。 But the Royal Greens； the Rangers； and all others whom we can raise； even in Canada； are here to help you。 In the coming battle your fortunes are our fortunes。〃
Thayendanegea nodded； but he was not yet appeased。 His glance fell upon the two Butlers； father and son； and he frowned。
〃There are many in England itself；〃 he said； 〃who wish us harm； and who perhaps have kept us from receiving some of the help that we ought to have。 They speak of Wyoming and Cherry Valley； of the torture and of the slaughter of women and children； and they say that war must not be carried on in such a way。 But there are some among us who are more savage than the savages themselves； as they call us。 It was you； John Butler； who led at Wyoming； and it was you； Walter Butler； who allowed the women and children to be killed at Cherry Valley； and more would have been slain there had I not； come up in time。〃
The dark face of 〃Indian〃 Butler grew darker； and the pallid face of his son grew more pallid。 Both were angry； and at the same time a little afraid。
〃We won at Wyoming in fair battle；〃 said the elder Butler。
〃But afterwards？〃 said Thayendanegea。
The man was silent。
〃It is these two places that have so aroused the Bostonians against us；〃 continued Thayendanegea。 〃It is because of them that the commander of the Bostonians has sent a great army； and the Long House is threatened with destruction。〃
〃My son and I have fought for our common cause；〃 said 〃Indian〃 Butler； the blood flushing through his swarthy face。
Sir John Johnson interfered。
〃We have admitted； Joseph； the danger to the Iroquois；〃 he said； calling the chieftain familiarly by his first Christian name； 〃but I and my brother…in…law and Colonel Butler and Captain Butler have already lost though we may regain。 And with this strong position and the aid of ambush it is likely that we can defeat the rebels。〃
The eyes of Thayendanegea brightened as he looked at the long embankment； the trees； and the dark forms of the warriors scattered numerously here and there。
〃You may be right； Sir John；〃 he said； 〃yes； I think you are right； and by all the gods； red and white； we shall see。 I wish to fight here； because this is the best place in which to meet the Bostonians。 What say you； Timmendiquas； sworn brother of mine； great warrior and great chief of the Wyandots； the bravest of all the western nations？〃
The eye of Timmendiquas expressed little； but his voice was sonorous； and his words were such as Thayendanegea wished to hear。
〃If we fight…and we must fight…this is the place in which to meet the； white army；〃 he s