“And the others?” was the first question of Adam Colfax.
“They're all here asleep inside. We've been through a lot of things, but we're as sound as ever.”
“That's always a safe prediction to make,” said Adam Colfax, smiling. “I never saw five other human beings with such a capacity for getting out of danger.”
“We were all at Wyoming, and we all still live.”
The face of the New Englander darkened.
“Wyoming!” he exclaimed. “I cannot hear of it without every vein growing hot within me.”
“We saw things done there,” said Henry gravely, “the telling of which few men can bear to hear.”
“I know! I know!” exclaimed Adam Colfax. “The news of it has spread everywhere!”
“What we want,” said Henry, “is revenge. It is a case in which we must strike back, and strike hard. If this thing goes on, not a white life will be safe on the whole border from the St. Lawrence to the Mississippi.”
“It is true,” said Adam Colfax, “and we would send an army now against the Iroquois and their allies, but, Henry, my lad, our fortunes are at their lowest there in the East, where the big armies are fighting. That is the reason why nobody has been sent to protect our rear guard, which has suffered so terribly. You may be sure, too, that the Iroquois will strike in this region again as often and as hard as they can. I make more than half a guess that you and your comrades are here because you know this.”