Even Braxton Wyatt did not dare to lift his voice to that effect again, but, with sly insinuation, he spoke of savages herding with savages, and of what might happen some day.
When night came Henry resuming his Indian garb and paint slipped out again, and so skillful was he that he seemed to melt away like a mist in the darkness.
The savage army beleaguering the colony now found that it was assailed by a mysterious enemy, one whom all their vigilance and skill could not catch.

They lost warrior after warrior and many of them began to think Manitou hostile to them, but the leaders persisted with the siege.

They wished to destroy utterly this white vanguard, and they would not return to their villages, far across the Ohio, until it was done.
They no longer made a direct attack upon the walls, but, forming a complete circle around, hung about at a convenient distance, waiting and hoping for thirst and famine to help them.

The people believed themselves to have taken good precautions against these twin evils, but now a terrible misfortune befell them.

No rain fell and the well inside the palisade ran dry.