The next day he was once more at the gates seeking entrance.

But he found them closed: Gladwyn felt that the time had come to take no chances.

This morning a rabble of Potawatomis, Ottawas, Wyandots, and Chippewas thronged the common just out of musket range.
On Pontiac's request for a conference with Gladwyn he was sternly told that he might enter alone.

The answer angered him, and he strode back to his followers.

Now, with yells and war-whoops, parties of the savages bounded away on a murderous mission.