"I wish I could look in on it." "And I," said the others together.
"Well, we know this much," continued Henry.

"No great force of the Iroquois is present, and if Colonel Butler's men come up quickly, we can take the town." "It's a chance not to be lost," said Paul.
They crept slowly away from the village, not stopping until they reached the crest of a hill, from which they could see the roofs of two or three of the Indian houses.
"I've a feeling in me," said Paul, "that the place is doomed.

We'll strike the first blow for Wyoming." They neither slept nor rested that night, but retraced their trail with the utmost speed toward the marching American force, going in Indian file through the wilderness.

Henry, as usual, led; Shif'less Sol followed, then came Paul, and then Long Jim, while Silent Tom was the rear guard.

They traveled at great speed, and, some time after daylight, met the advance of the colonial force under Captain William Gray.
William Gray was a gallant young officer, but he was startled a little when five figures as silent as phantoms appeared.