men, a dozen of our own battalion, half a dozen musket-men of the 4th Pennsylvania Regiment, three others, two Indians, Hanierri, the headquarters Oneida guide, and Yoiakim, a Stockbridge.
“Volunteers,” he said, looking sideways at me. “I know how to take Amochol; but I must take him in my own manner.”
I ventured to remind him of the General’s instructions that we find the Chinisee Castle and report at sunrise.
“Damn it, I know it,” he retorted impatiently, “but I have my own plans; and the General will bear me out when I fling Amochol’s scalp at his feet.”
The Grey-Feather drew me aside and said in a low, earnest voice:
“We are too many to surprise Amochol. Before Wyoming, with only three others I went to Thenondiago, the Castle of the Three Clans —