Part 23 (1/2)

He was looking again toward the green wall, upon which a white spot suddenly appeared.

”It's a white cloth of some kind,” said Major Braithwaite. ”That means a flag of truce. Now what in the name of Neptune can they want?”

”We'll soon see,” said Henry, as he and the Major advanced to the palisade and stepped upon the ledge. Many others did the same, and not a few among them were women and children. The Major did not send them away, as a bullet from the forest could not reach them there.

A man came from among the trees, waving a white rag on a stick, but stopped out of rifle shot. The man was tanned almost as brown as an Indian, and he was dressed in Indian style, but his features were undoubtedly Caucasian.

”Do you know who he is?” asked the Major.

”Yes,” replied Henry, ”it is the worst scoundrel in all the west, the leader of the men who fight against their own people, the king of the renegades, Simon Girty.”

”Girty coming to us under a white flag!” exclaimed the Major. ”What can he want?”

”We'll soon see,” said Henry. ”Look, there are the chiefs.”

A dozen stately figures issued from the green gloom and stood beside Girty, silent and impressive, their hands folded upon the muzzles of their rifles, which rested upon the ground, their figures upright, figure and face alike motionless, an eagle feather waving defiantly in every scalp lock. There was something grand and formidable in their appearance, and all those who looked from the palisade felt it.

”Do you know any of them?” asked Major Braithwaite.

”Yes,” replied Henry. ”I see Yellow Panther, head chief of the Miamis; Red Eagle, head chief of the Shawnees, and Captain Pipe and Captain White Eyes, Delaware chiefs, but I do not see Timmendiquas, the White Lightning of the Wyandots, the bravest and greatest of them all. There are two more renegades behind the chiefs. They are Blackstaffe and Braxton Wyatt.”

”Girty is coming forward. He is going to speak,” said the Major.

The renegade advanced another dozen feet, still holding the white flag above him, and hailed them in a loud voice.

”Ho, you within the fort!” he cried. ”I wish to speak with your leader, if you have one.”

Major Braithwaite stepped upon the highest point of the ledge. He showed above the palisade from the waist up, and the morning suns.h.i.+ne touched his c.o.c.ked hat and buff and blue with an added glory. It was a strange figure in the forest, but the face under the c.o.c.ked hat was brave and true.

”I am the commander here,” said Major Braithwaite in a clear and penetrating voice. ”What does Simon Girty want with us?”

”I see you know me,” said the renegade laughing. ”Then you ought to know, too, that it's worth while to listen to what I have to say.”

Henry stood on a lower part of the ledge. Only his head appeared above the palisade, and Girty and Wyatt had not yet noticed him. But Major Braithwaite, almost unconsciously, looked down to him for advice.

”Draw him out as much as you can,” said Henry.

”I am listening,” said the Major. ”Proceed.”

”I want to tell you,” called Girty, ”that this place is surrounded by hundreds of warriors. We've got the biggest force that was ever gathered in the west, and it ain't possible for you to escape us.”

A groan came from the palisade. It was some of the women who uttered it.

But the Major waved his hand in reproof, and no one cried out again.

”You have yet to prove what you say,” he replied. ”We beat you off last night.”

”That was only a little skirmish,” said Girty. ”We were just feeling of you. See, here are a dozen great chiefs beside me, Shawnee, Miami, Delaware, and others, which shows that we can send against you a thousand warriors, two thousand, if we wish. But we mean to be merciful.

I'm a white man and the chiefs will listen to me. But if you don't do as I say, nothing will be left of this place two days from now but ashes and coals. All the men will be dead, and the women and children will be carried away, the women to be squaws of our warriors, the children to grow up as Indians, and never to know that they were white.”

Faces along the barrier blanched. Major Braithwaite himself shuddered, but he replied in a strong voice: