It was Timmendiquas, the great White Lightning of the Wyandots, the youngest, but the boldest and ablest of all the Western chiefs.

Henry's pulses leaped a little at the sight of his old foe and almost friend.

As always, he felt admiration at the sight of the young chief.

It was not likely that he would ever behold such another magnificent specimen of savage manhood.
The presence of Timmendiquas so far east was also full of significance.
The great fleet under Adam Colfax, and with Henry and his comrades in the van, had reached Pittsburgh at last.

Thence the arms, ammunition, and other supplies were started on the overland journey for the American army, but the five lingered before beginning the return to Kentucky.
A rumor came that the Indian alliance was spreading along the entire frontier, both west and north.