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It is because our people will not give up, and because our quarrel is just."The stanch New Englander left on the following day for points farther east, planning and carrying out some new scheme to aid the patriot cause, and the five, on the day after that, received a message written on a piece of paper which was found fastened to a tree on the outskirts of the settlement.It was addressed to "Henry Ware and Those with Him," and it read:

"You need not think because you escaped us at Wyoming and on the Susquehanna that you will ever get back to Kentucky.

There is amighty league now on the whole border between the Indians and the soldiers of the king.You have seen at Wyoming what we can do, and you will see at other places and on a greater scale what we will do.

"I find my own position perfect.It is true that Timmendiquas does not like me, but he is not king here.Iam the friend of the great Brant; and Hiokatoo, Sangerachte, Hahiron, and the other chiefs esteem me.I am thick with Colonel John Butler, the victor of Wyoming; his son, the valiant and worthy Walter Butler; Sir John Johnson, Colonel Guy Johnson, Colonel Daniel Claus, and many other eminent men and brave soldiers.

"I write these words, Henry Ware, both to you and your comrades, to tell you that our cause will prevail over yours.I do not doubt that when you read this you will try to escape to Kentucky, but when we have destroyed everything along the eastern border, as we have at Wyoming, we shall come to Kentucky, and not a rebel face will be left there.

"I am sending this to tell you that there is no hole in which you can hide where we cannot reach you.With my respects, BRAXTON WYATT."Henry regarded the letter with contempt.

"A renegade catches something of the Indian nature," he said, "and always likes to threaten and boast."But Shif'less Sol was highly indignant.

"Sometimes I think," he said, "that the invention o' writin' wuz a mistake.You kin send a man a letter an' call him names an'

talk mighty big when he's a hundred miles away, but when you've got to stan' up to him face to face an' say it, wa'al, you change your tune an' sing a pow'ful sight milder.You ain't gen'ally any roarin' lion then.""I think I'll keep this letter," said Henry, "an' we five will give an answer to it later on."He tapped the muzzle of his rifle, and every one of the four gravely tapped the muzzle of his own rifle after him.It was a significant action.Nothing more was needed.

The next morning they bade farewell to the grateful Mary Newton and her children, and with fresh supplies of food and ammunition, chiefly ammunition, left the fort, plunging once more into the deep forest.It was their intention to do as much damage as they could to the Iroquois, until some great force, capable of dealing with the whole Six Nations, was assembled.Meanwhile, five redoubtable and determined borderers could achieve something.

It was about the first of August, and they were in the midst of the great heats.But it was a period favoring Indian activity, which was now at its highest pitch.Since Wyoming, loaded with scalps, flushed with victory, and aided by the king's men, they felt equal to anything.Only the strongest of the border settlements could hold them back.The colonists here were so much reduced, and so little help could be sent them from the East, that the Iroquois were able to divide into innumerable small parties and rake the country as with a fine tooth comb.

They never missed a lone farmhouse, and rarely was any fugitive in the woods able to evade them.And they were constantly fed from the North with arms, ammunition, rewards for scalps, bounties, and great promises.

But toward the close of August the Iroquois began to hear of a silent and invisible foe, an evil spirit that struck them, and that struck hard.There were battles of small forces in which sometimes not a single Iroquois escaped.Captives were retaken in a half-dozen instances, and the warriors who escaped reported that their assailants were of uncommon size and power.They had all the cunning of the Indian and more, and they carried rifles that slew at a range double that of those served to them at the British posts.It was a certainty that they were guided by the evil spirit, because every attempt to capture them failed miserably.No one could find where they slept, unless it was those who never came back again.

The Iroquois raged, and so did the Butlers and the Johnsons and Braxton Wyatt.This was a flaw in their triumph, and the British and Tories saw, also, that it was beginning to affect the superstitions of their red allies.Braxton Wyatt made a shrewd guess as to the identity of the raiders, but he kept quiet.It is likely, also, that Timmendiquas knew, but be, too, said nothing.So the influence of the raiders grew.While their acts were great, superstition exaggerated them and their powers manifold.And it is true that their deeds were extraordinary.

They were heard of on the Susquehanna, then on the Delaware and its branches, on the Chemung and the Chenango, as far south as Lackawaxen Creek, and as far north as Oneida Lake.It is likely that nobody ever accomplished more for a defense than did those five in the waning months of the summer.Late in September the most significant of all these events occurred.A party of eight Tories, who had borne a terrible part in the Wyoming affair, was attacked on the shores of Otsego Lake with such deadly fierceness that only two escaped alive to the camp of Sir John Johnson.

Brant sent out six war parties, composed of not less than twenty warriors apiece, to seek revenge, but they found nothing.

Henry and his comrades had found a remarkable camp at the edge of one of the beautiful small lakes in which the region abounds.