When pale dawn showed, Jim roused his comrades, and they ate breakfast, though no fire was lighted.
Then Henry talked.
"It's true," he said, "about a great league of all the tribes being formed to destroy forever the white settlements in Kentucky.

They are alarmed about their hunting grounds, and they think they must all strike together now, and strike hard.

We've spied upon several of their villages, and we know.

Some renegades are with them, pointing the way, and among them is Braxton Wyatt, the most venomous of them all.

I don't see how one who is born white can do such a thing." But Paul had read books, and his mind was always leaping forward to new knowledge.
"It is the bad blood of some far-off ancestor showing," he said.