The warriors whom they had repulsed were not returning with help, and, for the moment, they seemed to have no enemy to fear, yet they could still see through the woods the faint lights of the Indian camps, and to Paul, at least, came the echoes of distant cries that told of things not to be written.
"We saw you captured, and we heard Sol's warning cry," said Henry.
"There was nothing to do but run.

Then we hid and waited a chance for rescue." "It would never have come if it had not been for Timmendiquas," said Paul.
"Timmendiquas!" exclaimed Henry.
"Yes, Timmendiquas," said Paul, and then he told the story of "The Bloody Rock," and how, in the turmoil and excitement attending the flight of the last four, Timmendiquas had cut the bonds of Shif'less Sol and himself.
"I think the mind o' White Lightnin', Injun ez he is," said Shif'less Sol, "jest naterally turned aginst so much slaughter an' torture o' prisoners." "I'm sure you're right," said Henry.
"'Pears strange to me," said Long Jim Hart, "that Timmendiquas was made an Injun.

He's jest the kind uv man who ought to be white, an' he'd be pow'ful useful, too.

I don't jest eggzactly understan' it." "He has certainly saved the lives of at least three of us," said Henry.
"I hope we will get a chance to pay him back in full." "But he's the only one," said Shif'less Sol, thinking of all that he had seen that night.

"The Iroquois an' the white men that's allied with 'em won't ever get any mercy from me, ef any uv 'em happen to come under my thumb.