He was about to have another example of the tenacity and resource of the great young chief of the Wyandots, and he felt a certain anger.

He, did not wish to be disturbed in his plans, he wished to rejoin his comrades and move farther east toward the chosen lands of the Six Nations; instead, he must spend precious moments running for his life.
Henry did not now flee toward the camp of his friends.

He was too wise, too unselfish, to bring a horde down upon them, and he curved away in a course that would take him to the south of them.

He glanced up and saw that the heavens were lightening yet more.

A thin gray color like a mist was appearing in the east.