full war-paint and feathers; and, blocked by the mounted officer in front, halted.

I saw Boyd’s despairing glance sweep their files; then suddenly his eyes brightened.

“Brant!” he cried.

And then I saw that the splendid Mohawk leader was the great Thayendanegea himself.

“Boyd,” he said calmly, “I am sorry for you. I would help you if I could. But,” he added, with a bitter smile, “there are those in authority among us who are more savage than those you white men call savages. One of these — gentlemen — has overruled me, denying my more humane counsel� . I am sorry, Boyd.”

“Brant!” he said in a ringing voice.