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They quickly put the Council House between them and their pursuers, and darted away among the houses.Braxton Wyatt was stunned, but he speedily regained his wits and his feet.

"It was the fellow Ware, spying among us again! be cried to his lieutenant, who, half dazed, was also struggling up."Come, men!

After them! After them!"

A dozen men came at his call, and, led by the renegade, they began a search among the houses.But it was hard to find the fugitives.The light was not good, many flitting figures were about, and the frantic search developed confusion.Other Tories were often mistaken for the three scouts, and were overhauled, much to their disgust and that of the overhaulers.Iroquois, drawn from the funeral ceremony, began to join in the hunt, but Wyatt could give them little information.He had merely seen an enemy, and then the enemy had gone.It was quite certain that this enemy, or, rather, three of them, was still in the town.

Henry and his comrades were crafty.Trained by ambush and escape, flight and pursuit, they practiced many wiles to deceive their pursuers.When Wyatt and Coleman were hurled down they ran around the Council House, a large and solid structure, and, finding a door on the opposite side and no one there or in sight from that point, they entered it, closing the door behind them.

They stood in almost complete darkness, although at length they made out the log wall of the great, single room which constituted the Council House.After that, with more accustomed eyes, they saw on the wall arms, pipes, wampum, and hideous trophies, some with long hair and some with short.The hair was usually blonde, and most of the scalps had been stretched tight over little hoops.Henry clenched his fist in the darkness.

"Mebbe we're walkin' into a trap here," said Shif'less Sol.

"I don't think so," said Henry."At any rate they'd find us if we were rushing about the village.Here we at least have a chance."At the far end of the Council House hung mats, woven of rushes, and the three sat down behind them in the very heart of the Iroquois sanctuary.Should anyone casually enter the Council House they would still be hidden.They sat in Turkish fashion on the floor, close together and with their rifles lying across their knees.A thin light filtered through a window and threw pallid streaks on the floor, which they could see when they peeped around the edge of the mats.But outside they heard very clearly the clamor of the hunt as it swung to and fro in the village.Shif'less Sol chuckled.It was very low, but it was a chuckle, nevertheless, and the others heard.

"It's sorter takin' an advantage uv 'em," said the shiftless one, "layin' here in thar own church, so to speak, while they're ragin' an' tearin' up the earth everywhar else lookin' fur us.

Gives me a mighty snug feelin', though, like the one you have when you're safe in a big log house, an' the wind an' the hail an' the snow are beatin' outside.""You're shorely right, Sol," said Tom Ross.

"Seems to me," continued the irrepressible Sol, "that you did git in a good lick at Braxton Wyatt, after all.Ain't he unhappy now, bitin' his fingers an' pawin' the earth an' findin' nothin'?

I feel real sorry, I do, fur Braxton.It's hard fur a nice young feller to have to suffer sech disappointments."Shif'less Sol chuckled again, and Henry was forced to smile in the darkness.Shif'less Sol was not wholly wrong.It would be a bitter blow to Braxton Wyatt.Moreover, it was pleasant where they sat.A hard floor was soft to them, and as they leaned against the wall they could relax and rest.

"What will our fellows out thar in the woods think?" asked Tom Ross.

"They won't have to think," replied Henry."They'll sit quiet as we're doing and wait."The noise of the hunt went on for a long time outside.War whoops came from different points of the village.There were shrill cries of women and children, and the sound of many running feet.

After a while it began to sink, and soon after that they heard no more noises than those of people preparing for flight.Henry felt sure that the town would be abandoned on the morrow, but his desire to come to close quarters with Braxton Wyatt was as strong as ever.It was certain that the army could not overtake Wyatt's band, but he might match his own against it.He was thinking of making the attempt to steal from the place when, to their great amazement, they heard the door of the Council House open and shut, and then footsteps inside.

Henry looked under the edge of the hanging mat and saw two dusky figures near the window.