"We are the King of England's people," exclaimed the woman.
"That plea won't save you today," cried Brant, "for my Indians are murdering everyone."
"There is one Joseph Brant who is a man of big heart," exclaimed the woman. "If he is with the Indians he will save us."
The warrior looked pleased. "I am Joseph Brant," said he. "But I am not in command, and I don't know that I can save you. I will do what I can."
As he spoke, a band of Seneca braves approached the house. "Get into bed and pretend that you are ill," shouted Brant. And as she obeyed the Indians entered.
"There is no one here but a sick woman and her children," cried the Chief. "Leave them alone, for they are on the King's side."
After some talking the Senecas withdrew, and when they were out of sight Brant went to the door and uttered a long, shrill yell. Immediately a dozen Mohawk warriors came running across the fields.
"Here," cried their leader, "take some of our paint and put your mark upon this woman and her children." And as they obeyed he said to her:
"Madam, you are now safe, as all the Senecas and Mohawks will understand and respect this sign. Good-bye and good luck to you."