The first blow had been struck, and it was a hard one, but the second blow and third and fourth and more, which the five knew were so badly needed, must wait.
Henry and his comrades were deeply disappointed.

They had hoped to go far into the Iroquois country, to break the power of the Six Nations, to hunt down the Butlers and the Johnsons and Brant himself, but they could not wholly blame their commander.

The rear guard, or, rather, the forest guard of the Revolution, was a slender and small force indeed.
Henry and his comrades said farewell to Colonel Butler with much personal regret, and also to the gallant troops, some of whom were Morgan's riflemen from Virginia.

The farewells to William Gray, Bob Taylor, and Cornelius Heemskerk were more intimate.
"I think we'll see more of one another in other campaigns," said Gray.
"We'll be on the battle line, side by side, once more," said Taylor, "and we'll strike another blow for Wyoming." "I foresee," said Cornelius Heemskerk, "that I, a peaceful man, who ought to be painting blue plates in Holland, will be drawn into danger in the great, dark wilderness again, and that you will be there with me, Mynheer Henry, Mynheer Paul, Mynheer the Wise Solomon, Mynheer the Silent Tom, and Mynheer the Very Long James.

I see it clearly.