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ried to hold back the frenzied swarm of old squaws who rushed forward and began to practice cruelties at which even the most veteran warrior might shudder。 But Queen Esther urged them on； and 〃Indian〃 Butler himself and the chiefs were afraid of her。
Henry； despite himself； despite all his experience and powers of self…control； shuddered from head to foot at the cries that came from the lost field； and he was sure that the others were doing the same。 The sun was setting； but its dying light； brilliant and intense； tinged the field as if with blood； showing all the yelling horde as the warriors rushed about for scalps； or danced in triumph； whirling their hideous trophies about their heads。 Others were firing at men who were escaping to the far bank of the Susquehanna； and others were already seeking the fugitives in their vain hiding places on the little islet。
The five moved farther into the forest； retreating slowly； and sending in a shot now and then to protect the retreat of some fugitive who was seeking the shelter of the woods。 The retreat had become a rout and then a massacre。 The savages raged up and down in the greatest killing they had known since Braddock's defeat。 The lodges of the Iroquois would be full of the scalps of white men。
All the five felt the full horror of the scene； but it made its deepest impress； perhaps； upon Paul。 He had taken part in border battles before； but this was the first great defeat。 He was not blind to the valor and good qualities of the Indian and his claim upon the wilderness； but he saw the incredible cruelties that he could commit； and he felt a horror of those who used him as an ally； a horror that he could never dismiss from his mind as long as he lived。
〃Look！〃 he exclaimed； 〃look at that！〃
A man of seventy and a boy of fourteen were running for the forest。 They might have been grandfather and grandson。 Undoubtedly they had fought in the Battalion of the Very Old and the Very Young； and now； when everything else was lost； they were seeking to save their lives in the friendly shelter of the woods。 But they were pursued by two groups of Iroquois； four warriors in one； and three in the other； and the Indians were gaining fast。
〃I reckon we ought to save them；〃 said Shif'less Sol。
〃No doubt of it；〃 said Henry。 〃Paul； you and Sol move off to the right a little； and take the three； while the rest of us will look out for the four。〃
The little band separated according to the directions； Paul and Sol having the lighter task； as the others were to meet the group of four Indians at closer range。 Paul and Sol were behind some trees； and； turning at an angle； they ran forward to intercept the three Indians。 It would have seemed to anyone who was not aware of the presence of friends in the forest that the old man and the boy would surely be overtaken and be tomahawked； but three rifles suddenly flashed among the foliage。 Two of the warriors in the group of four fell； and a third uttered a yell of pain。 Paul and Shif'less Sol fired at the same time at the group of three。 One fell before the deadly rifle of Shif'less Sol； but Paul only grazed his man。 Nevertheless； the whole pursuit stopped； and the boy and the old man escaped to the forest； and subsequently to safety at the Moravian towns。
Paul； watching the happy effect of the shots； was about to say something to Shif'less Sol； when an immense force was hurled upon him； and he was thrown to the ground。 His comrade was served in the same way； but the shiftless one was uncommonly strong and agile。 He managed to writhe half way to his knees； and he shouted in a tremendous voice：
〃Run； Henry； run！ You can't do anything for us now！〃
Braxton Wyatt struck him fiercely across the mouth。 The blood came； but the shiftless one merely spat it out； and looked curiously at the renegade。
〃I've often wondered about you； Braxton；〃 he said calmly。 〃 I used to think that anybody； no matter how bad； had some good in him； but I reckon you ain't got none。〃
Wyatt did not answer； but rushed forward in search of the others。 But Henry； Silent Tom； and Long Jim had vanished。 A powerful party of warriors had stolen upon Shif'less Sol and Paul； while they were absorbed in the chase of the old man and the boy； and now they were prisoners； bound securely。 Braxton Wyatt came back from the fruitless search for the three； but his face was full of savage joy as he looked down at the captured two。
〃We could have killed you just as easily；〃 he said； 〃but we didn't want to do that。 Our friends here are going to have their fun with you first。〃
Paul's cheeks whitened a little at the horrible suggestion； but Shif'less Sol faced them boldly。 Several white men in uniform had come up； and among them was an elderly one； short and squat； and with a great flame colored handkerchief tied around his bead。
〃You may burn us alive； or you may do other things jest ez bad to us； all under the English flag；〃 said Shif'less Sol； 〃 but I'm thinkin' that a lot o' people in England will be ashamed uv it when they hear the news。〃
〃Indian〃 Butler and his uniformed soldiers turned away； leaving Shif'less Sol and Paul in the hands of the renegade and the Iroquois。 The two prisoners were jerked to their feet and told to march。
〃Come on； Paul；〃 said Shif'less Sol。 〃'Tain't wuth while fur us to resist。 But don't you quit hopin'； Paul。 We've escaped from many a tight corner； an' mebbe we're goin' to do it ag'in。〃
〃Shut up！〃 said Braxton Wyatt savagely。 〃If you say another word I'll gag you in a way that will make you squirm。〃
Shif'less Sol looked him squarely in the eye。 Solomon Hyde； who was not shiftless at all； had a dauntless soul； and he was not afraid now in the face of death preceded by long torture。
〃I had a dog once； Braxton Wyatt；〃 he said； 〃an' I reckon he wuz the meanest； ornierest cur that ever lived。 He liked to live on dirt； the dirtier the place he could find the better； he'd rather steal his food than get it honestly； he wuz sech a coward that he wuz afeard o' a rabbit； but ef your back wuz turned to him he'd nip you in the ankle。 But bad ez that dog wuz； Braxton； he wuz a gentleman 'longside o' you。〃
Some of the Indians understood English； and Wyatt knew it。 He snatched a pistol from his belt； and was about to strike Sol with the butt of it； but a tall figure suddenly appeared before him； and made a commanding gesture。 The gesture said plainly： 〃Do not strike； put that pistol back！〃 Braxton Wyatt； whose soul was afraid within him； did not strike； and he put the pistol back。
It was Timmendiquas； the great White Lightning of the Wyandots； who with his little detachment had proved that day how mighty the Wyandot warriors were； full equals of Thayendanegea's Mohawks； the Keepers of the Western Gate。 He was bare to the waist。 One shoulder was streaked with blood from a slight wound； but his countenance was not on fire with passion for torture and slaughter like those of the others。
〃There is no need to strike prisoners；〃 he said in English。 〃Their fate will be decided later。〃
Paul thought that he caught a look of pity from the eyes of the great Wyandot； and Shif'less Sol said：
〃I'm sorry； Timmendiquas； since I had to be captured； that you didn't capture me yourself。 I'm glad to say that you're a great warrior。〃
Wyatt growled under his breath； but he was still afraid to speak out； although he knew that Timmendiquas was merely a distant and casual ally； and had little authority in that army。 Yet he was overawed； and so were the Indians with him。
〃We were merely taking the prisoners to Colonel Butler；〃 he said。 〃That is all。〃
Timmendiquas stared at him； and the renegade's face fell。 But he and the Indians went on with the prisoners； and Timmendiquas looked after them until they were out of sight。
〃I believe White Lightning was sorry that we'd been captured；〃 whispered Shif'less Sol。
〃I think so； too；〃 Paul whispered back。
They had no chance for further conversation； as they were driven rapidly now to that point of the battlefield which lay nearest to the fort； and here they were thrust into the midst of a gloomy company； fellow captives； all bound tightly； and many wounded。 No help； no treatment of any kind was offered for hurts。 The Indians and renegades stood about and yelled with delight when the agony of some man's wound wrung from him a groan。 The scene was hideous in every respect。 The setting sun shone blood red over forest； field； and river。 Far off burning houses still smoked like torches。 But the mountain wall in the east； was growing dusky with the coming twilight。 From the island； where they were massacring the fugitives in their vain hiding places； came the sound of shots and cries； but elsewhere the firing had ceased。 All who could escape had done so already； and of the others； those who were dead were fortunate。
The sun sank like a red ball behind the mountains； and darkness swept down over the earth。 Fires began to blaze up here and there； some for terrible purpose。 The victorious Iroquois； stripped to the waist and painted in glaring colors； joined in a savage dance that would remain forever photographed on the eye of Paul Cotter。 As they j