This promiskus way o' meetin' up with strangers an' lettin' 'em talk to you jest ez ef they'd knowed you all their lives hez got to be stopped.

It's your time, Henry, to give 'em a polite hint, an' I jest suggest that you take the big fellow in the front o' the boat who looks like a Mohawk." Henry raised his rifle, fired, and the Mohawk would row no more.

Again confusion prevailed in the pursuing fleet, and there was a decline of enthusiasm.

Braxton Wyatt and Walter Butler raged and swore, but, as they showed no great zeal for the lead themselves, the Iroquois did not gain on the fugitive boat.

They, too, were fast learning that the two who crouched there with their rifles ready were among the deadliest marksmen in existence.