The scouts continued the pursuit the longest, keeping a close watch, nevertheless, against an ambush.Now and then they exchanged shots with a band, but the Indians always fled quickly, and at last they stopped because they could no longer find any resistance.They had been in action or pursuit for many hours, and they were black with smoke, dust, and sweat, but they were not yet conscious of any weariness.Heemskerk drew a great red silk handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his glowing face, which was as red as the handkerchief.
"It's the best job that's been done in these parts for many a year," he said."The Iroquois have always thought they were invincible, and now the spell's been broke.If we only follow it up.""That's sure to be done," said Henry."I heard General Sullivan himself say that his orders were to root up the whole Iroquois power."They returned slowly toward the main force, retracing their steps over the path of battle.It was easy enough to follow it.They beheld a dead warrior at every step, and at intervals were rifles, tomahawks, scalping knives, blankets, and an occasional shot pouch or powder horn.Presently they reached the main army, which was going into camp for the night.Many camp fires were built, and the soldiers, happy in their victory, were getting ready for supper.But there was no disorder.They had been told already that they were to march again in the morning.
Henry, Paul, Tom, Jim, and Shif'less Sol went back over the field of battle, where many of the dead still lay.Twilight was now coming, and it was a somber sight.The earthwork, the thickets, and the trees were torn by cannon balls.Some tents raised by the Tories lay in ruins, and the earth was stained with many dark splotches.But the army had passed on, and it was silent and desolate where so many men had fought.The twilight drew swiftly on to night, and out of the forest came grewsome sounds.The wolves, thick now in a region which the Iroquois had done so much to turn into a wilderness, were learning welcome news, and they were telling it to one another.By and by, as the night deepened, the five saw fiery eyes in the thickets, and the long howls came again.
"It sounds like the dirge of the people of the Long House," said Paul, upon whose sensitive mind the scene made a deep impression.
The others nodded.At that moment they did not feel the flush of victory in its full force.It was not in their nature to rejoice over a fallen foe.Yet they knew the full value of the victory, and none of them could wish any part of it undone.They returned slowly to the camp, and once more they heard behind them the howl of the wolves as they invaded the battlefield.
They were glad when they saw the cheerful lights of the camp fires twinkling through the forest, and heard the voices of many men talking.Heemskerk welcomed them there.
"Come, lads," he said."You must eat-you won't find out until you begin, how hungry you are-and then you must sleep, because we march early to-morrow, and we march fast."The Dutchman's words were true.They had not tasted food since morning; they had never thought of it, but now, with the relaxation from battle, they found themselves voraciously hungry.
"It's mighty good," said Shif'less Sol, as they sat by a fire and ate bread and meat and drank coffee, "but I'll say this for you, you old ornery, long-legged Jim Hart, it ain't any better than the venison an' bulffaler steaks that you've cooked fur us many a time.""An' that I'm likely to cook fur you many a time more," said Long Jim complacently.
"But it will be months before you have any chance at buffalo again, Jim," said Henry."We are going on a long campaign through the Iroquois country.""An' it's shore to be a dangerous one," said Shif'less Sol."Men like warriors o' the Iroquois ain't goin' to give up with one fight.They'll be hangin' on our flanks like wasps.""That's true," said Henry, "but in my opinion the Iroquois are overthrown forever.One defeat means more to them than a half dozen to us."They said little more, but by and by lay down to sleep before the fires.They had toiled so long and so faithfully that the work of watching and scouting that night could be intrusted to others.
Yet Henry could not sleep for a long time.The noises of the night interested him.He watched the men going about, and the sentinels pacing back and forth around the camp.The sounds died gradually as the men lay down and sank to sleep.The fires which had formed a great core of light also sank, and the shadows crept toward the camp.The figures of the pacing sentinels, rifle on shoulder, gradually grew dusky.Henry's nerves, attuned so long to great effort, slowly relaxed.Deep peace came over him, and his eyelids drooped, the sounds in the camp sank to the lowest murmur, but just as he was falling asleep there came from the battlefield behind then the far, faint howl of a wolf, the dirge of the Iroquois.
