to a place called Tioga. The white men an' I hear that's to be a
lot uv 'em-will join 'em thar or sooner. They've sent chiefs all
the way to our Congress at Philydelphy, pretendin' peace, an'
then, when they git our people to thinkin' peace, they'll jump on
our settlements, the whole ragin' army uv 'em, with tomahawk an'
knife. A white man named John Butler is to command 'em."

Paul shuddered.

"I've heard of him," he said. "They called him 'Indian' Butler
at Pittsburgh. He helped lead the Indians in that terrible
battle of the Oriskany last year. And they say he's got a son,
Walter Butler, who is as bad as he is, and there are other white
leaders of the Indians, the Johnsons and Claus."

"'Pears ez ef we would be needed," said Tom Ross.

"I don't think we ought to hurry," said Henry. The more we know
about the Indian plans the better it will be for the Wyoming
people. We've a safe and comfortable hiding place here, and we
can stay and watch the Indian movements."

"Suits me," drawled Shif'less Sol. "My legs an' arms are still
stiff from them deerskin thongs an' ez Long Jim is here now to
wait on me I guess I'll take a rest from travelin."

"You'll do all your own waitin' on yourself," rejoined Long Jim;
'an I'm afraid you won't be waited on so Pow'ful well, either,
but a good deal better than you deserve."