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"But we've already struck back for it," said Henry. "It caused the destruction of the Iroquois power." Then both were silent. The schoolmaster, lying on a roll of the captured blankets, slept soundly. His breathing was steady and rhythmic, and the two youths glanced at him. "At any rate we're bringing him back," said Paul. "They'll be glad to see him at Wareville.
I'd pick out the Butlers and Braxton Wyatt and Coleman, and see what mischief they were planning. Then I'd fly away to the East and look down at all the armies, ours in buff and blue, and the British redcoats. I'd look into the face of our great commander-in-chief. Then I'd fly away back into the West and South, and I'd hover over Wareville. I'd see our own people, every last little one of them.
We can roll a lot of the logs and timber into the river, tie 'em together, and float with the stream until we come to Wareville." "But if we never come to it?" asked Paul. "Then all we have to do is to get off the raft and follow the river back up the bank. Then we are sure to reach home."
He believed that he knew the name of the elder man, but he was not yet sure. "My name is Henry Ware," said Henry, "and my friend is Tom Ross. Our home is at Wareville in Kentucky, whenever we happen to be there, which hasn't been often lately." "I think I've heard of both of you," said the elder man in mild tones that accorded well with his expression.
"Oh, my boys! my brave boys!" he cried. "It is really you, and you have saved me at the eleventh hour! I had given up all hope, but lo! the miracle is done!" Henry took him by the arm, and obeying the impulse he ran with them through the wood. Already Henry heard shouts which indicated to him that the Wyandots had turned, and, despite his anxiety about Wareville, he asked nothing of Mr.
Ware and Shif'less Sol and a half dozen others had never ceased to seek them. They feared at one time that they had been carried off by savages, but nowhere did they find Indian traces. Then their dread was of starvation or death by wild animals, and they had begun to lose hope. Both Henry and Paul were deeply moved by the story of the grief at Wareville.
He was one of the bravest of the men and in that hour of danger and suspense his heart yearned over these two lads, his pupils, each a good boy in his own way. He felt that it was a part of his duty to get them safely back to Wareville and their parents, and he meant to fulfill the demands of his conscience. "Keep down, lads," he said, touching Henry on his arm, "don't expose yourselves.
Now, I wish to say to you that it will take us many weeks to collect the needful force, and that will give you two lads ample time, if you wish, to visit your home in Wareville, taking with you the worthy schoolmaster whom you have rescued so happily." Henry and Paul decided at once to accept the suggestion. Both felt the great pulses leap at mention of Wareville and home.
Pennypacker made upon him but a faint and fleeting impression. At last on a sunny morning, whole, well fed, with their treasure preserved, and all fresh and courageous, they approached Wareville. The hearts of Henry and Paul thrilled at the signs of white habitation.
He seemed to know by instinct when the war parties were coming and where they would appear. Always he confronted them with some devious attack that they did not know how to meet, and Wareville remained inviolate.
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