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Henry divined it all.The builders of this tiny village in the wilderness bad been massacred or driven away.A part of the houses had been destroyed, some were left standing, and now there were visitors.He advanced without noise, keeping behind the rail fence, and approaching one of the houses from the chimneys of which the smoke came.Here be crouched a long time, looking and listening attentively; but it seemed that the visitors had no fears.Why should they, when there was nothing that they need fear in this frozen wilderness?

Henry stole a little nearer.It had been a snug, trim little settlement.Perhaps twenty-five or thirty people had lived there, literally hewing a home out of the forest.His heart throbbed with a fierce hatred and, anger against those who had spoiled all this, and his gloved finger crept to the hammer of his rifle.

The night was intensely cold.The mercury was far below zero, and a wind that had begun to rise cut like the edge of a knife.

Even the wariest of Indians in such desolate weather might fail to keep a watch.But Henry did not suffer.The fur cap was drawn farther over chin and ears, and the buckskin gloves kept his fingers warm and flexible.Besides, his blood was uncommonly hot in his veins.

His comprehensive eye told him that, while some of the buildings had not been destroyed, they were so ravaged and damaged that they could never be used again, save as a passing shelter, just as they were being used now.He slid cautiously about the desolate place.He crossed a brook, frozen almost solidly in its bed, and he saw two or three large mounds that had been haystacks, now covered with snow.

Then he slid without noise back to the nearest of the houses from which the smoke came.It was rather more pretentious than the others, built of planks instead of logs, and with shingles for a roof.The remains of a small portico formed the approach to the front door.Henry supposed that the house had been set on fire and that perhaps a heavy rain had saved a part of it.

A bar of light falling across the snow attracted his attention.

He knew that it was the glow of a fire within coming through a window.A faint sound of voices reached his ears, and he moved forward slowly to the window.It was an oaken shutter originally fastened with a leather strap, but the strap was gone, and now some one had tied it, though not tightly, with a deer tendon.

The crack between shutter and wall was at least three inches, and Henry could see within very well.

He pressed his side tightly to the wall and put his eyes to the crevice.What he saw within did not still any of those primitive feelings that had risen so strongly in his breast.

A great fire had been built in the log fireplace, but it was burning somewhat low now, having reached that mellow period of least crackling and greatest heat.The huge bed of coals threw a mass of varied and glowing colors across the floor.Large holes had been burned in the side of the room by the original fire, but Indian blankets had been fastened tightly over them.

In front of the fire sat Braxton Wyatt in a Loyalist uniform, a three-cornered hat cocked proudly on his head, and a small sword by his side.He had grown heavier, and Henry saw that the face had increased much in coarseness and cruelty.It had also increased in satisfaction.He was a great man now, as he saw great men, and both face and figure radiated gratification and pride as he lolled before the fire.At the other corner, sitting upon the floor and also in a Loyalist uniform, was his lieutenant, Levi Coleman, older, heavier, and with a short, uncommonly muscular figure.His face was dark and cruel, with small eyes set close together.A half dozen other white men and more than a dozen Indians were in the room.All these lay upon their blankets on the floor, because all the furniture had been destroyed.Yet they had eaten, and they lay there content in the soothing glow of the fire, like animals that had fed well.Henry was so near that he could hear every word anyone spoke.

"It was well that the Indians led us to this place, eh, Levi?"said Wyatt.

"I'm glad the fire spared a part of it," said Coleman."Looks as if it was done just for us, to give us a shelter some cold winter night when we come along.I guess the Iroquois Aieroski is watching over us."Wyatt laughed.

"You're a man that I like, Levi," he said."You can see to the inside of things.It would be a good idea to use this place as a base and shelter, and make a raid on some of the settlements east of the hills, eh, Levi?""It could be done," said Coleman."But just listen to that wind, will you! On a night like this it must cut like a saber's edge.