your own people, had the right to hold to account the head chief
of the Wyandots?" Braxton Wyatt, brave though he undoubtedly
was, trembled yet more. He knew that Timmendiquas did not like
him, and that the Wyandot chieftain could make his position among
the Indians precarious.

"I did not mean to say that it was the fault of anybody in
particular," he exclaimed hastily, "but I've been hearing so much
talk about the Spirit of Evil having a hand in this that I
couldn't keep front saying something. Of course, it was Henry
Ware and Hyde who did it!"

"It may be," said Timmendiquas icily, "but neither the Manitou of
the Wyandots, nor the Aieroski of the Iroquois has given to me
the eyes to see everything that happens in the dark."

Wyatt withdrew still in a rage, but afraid to say more. He and
Blackstaffe held many conferences through the day, and they
longed for the presence of Simon Girty, who was farther west.

That night an Onondaga runner arrived from one of the farthest
villages of the Mohawks, far east toward Albany. He had been
sent from a farther village, and was not known personally to the
warriors in the great camp, but he bore a wampum belt of purple
shells, the sign of war, and he reported directly to
Thayendanegea, to whom he brought stirring and satisfactory
words. After ample feasting, as became one who had come so far,
he lay upon soft deerskins in one of the bark huts and sought
sleep.