If this war band stays around here, it'll be pickin' off settlers, an' it's fur us to stop it.

Now, them Shawnees are comin' a-huntin' us.

I jest wish to say that we don't mean to be the hunted; we're to be the hunters ourselves." Sharp exclamations of approval broke from all these fierce spirits of the border.

But the deepest and most dangerous gleam of all was in the eyes of Henry Ware.

All his primeval instincts were alive, and foremost among them was the desire to fight.