wolf on the fold. He had not so many Indians at his beck and call as now; but
he harangued for days, trying to scare us and our handful of Christians. He

set his drunken fiends to frighten us, and he failed. We stuck it out and
won. He's trying the same game. Let us stand against him, and hold our

services as usual. We should trust in God!"
"Never give up!" cried Jim.

"Gentlemen, you are right; you shame me, even though I feel that I understand
the situation and its dread possibilities better than any one of you. Whatever

befalls we'll stick to our post. I thank you for reviving the spirit in my
cowardly heart. We will hold the service to-day as usual and to make it more

impressive, each shall address the congregation in turn."
"And, if need be, we will give our lives for our Christians," said Young,

raising his pale face.
The deep mellow peals of the church bell awoke the slumbering echoes.

Scarcely had its melody died away in the forest when a line of Indians issued
from the church and marched toward the maple grove. Men, women, youths,

maidens and children.
Glickhican, the old Delaware chief, headed the line. His step was firm, his

head erect, his face calm in its noble austerity. His followers likewise
expressed in their countenances the steadfastness of their belief. The

maidens' heads were bowed, but with shyness, not fear. The children were
happy, their bright faces expressive of the joy the felt in the anticipation

of listening to their beloved teachers.
This procession passed between rows of painted savages, standing immovable,

with folded arms, and somber eyes.
No sooner had the Christians reached the maple grove, when from all over the

clearing appeared hostile Indians, who took positions near the knoll where the
missionaries stood.

Heckewelder's faithful little band awaited him on the platform. The converted
Indians seated themselves as usual at the foot of the knoll. The other

savages crowded closely on both sides. They carried their weapons, and
maintained the same silence that had so singularly marked their mood of the

last twenty-four hours. No human skill could have divined their intention.
This coldness might be only habitual reserve, and it might be anything else.

Heckewelder approached at the same time that Simon Girty and his band of
renegades appeared. With the renegades were Pipe and Half King. These two came

slowly across the clearing, passed through the opening in the crowd, and
stopped close to the platform.

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with excitement, and spoke with difficulty.

"Do not preach to-day. I have been warned again," he said, in a low voice.
"Do you forbid it?" inquired Edwards.

"No, no. I have not that authority, but I implore it. Wait, wait until the
Indians are in a better mood."

Edwards left the group, and, stepping upon the platform, faced the Christians.
At the same moment Half King stalked majestically from before his party. He

carried no weapon save a black, knotted war-club. A surging forward of the
crowd of savages behind him showed the intense interest which his action had

aroused. He walked forward until he stood half way between the platform and
the converts. He ran his evil glance slowly over the Christians, and then

rested it upon Edwards.
"Half King's orders are to be obeyed. Let the paleface keep his mouth closed,"

he cried in the Indian tongue. The imperious command came as a thunderbolt
from a clear sky. The missionaries behind Edwards stood bewildered, awaiting

the outcome.
But Edwards, without a moment's hesitation, calmly lifted his hand and spoke.

"Beloved Christians, we meet to-day as we have met before, as we hope to meet
in---"

"Spang!"
The whistling of a bullet over the heads of the Christians accompanied the

loud report of a rifle. All presentlyplainly heard the leaden missile strike.
Edwards wheeled, clutching his side, breathed hard, and then fell heavily

without uttering a cry. He had been shot by an Indian concealed in the
thicket.

For a moment no one moved, nor spoke. the missionaries were stricken with
horror; the converts seemed turned to stone, and the hostilethrong waited

silently, as they had for hours.
"He's shot! He's shot! Oh, I feared this!" cried Heckewelder, running forward.

The missionaries followed him. Edwards was lying on his back, with a bloody
hand pressed to his side.

"Dave, Dave, how is it with you?" asked Heckewelder, in a voice low with fear.
"Not bad. It's too far out to be bad, but it knocked me over," answered

Edwards, weakly. "Give me--water."
They carried him from the platform, and laid him on the grass under a tree.

Young pressed Edwards' hand; he murmured something that sounded like a prayer,
and then walked straight upon the platform, as he raised his face, which was

sublime with a white light.
"Paleface! Back!" roared Half King, as he waved his war-club.

"You Indian dog! Be silent!"
Young's clear voice rolled out on the quiet air so imperiously, so powerful in

its wonderful scorn and passion, that the hostile savages were overcome by
awe, and the Christians thrilled anew with reverential love.

Young spoke again in a voice which had lost its passion, and was singularly
sweet in its richness.

"Beloved Christians, if it is God's will that we must die to prove our faith,
then as we have taught you how to live, so we can show you how to die---"

"Spang!"
Again a whistling sound came with the bellow of an overcharged rifle; again

the sickening thud of a bulletstriking flesh.
Young fell backwards from the platform.

The missionaries laid him beside Edwards, and then stood in shuddering
silence. A smile shone on Young's pale face; a stream of dark blood welled

from his breast. His lips moved; he whispered:
"I ask no more--God's will."

Jim looked down once at his brother missionaries; then with blanched face, but
resolute and stern, he marched toward the platform.

Heckewelder ran after him, and dragged him back.
"No! no! no! My God! Would you be killed? Oh! I tried to prevent this!" cried

Heckewelder, wringing his hands.
One long, fierce, exultant yell pealed throughout the grove. It came from

those silent breasts in which was pent up hatred; it greeted this action which
proclaimed victory over the missionaries.

All eyes turned on Half King. With measured stride he paced to and fro before
the Christian Indians.

Neither cowering nor shrinking marked their manner; to a man, to a child, they
rose with proud mien, heads erect and eyes flashing. This mighty chief with

his blood-thirsty crew could burn the Village of Peace, could annihilate the
Christians, but he could never change their hope and trust in God.

"Blinded fools!" cried Half King. "The Huron is wise; he tells no lies. Many
moons ago he told the Christians they were sitting half way between two angry

gods, who stood with mouths open wide and looking ferociously at each other.
If they did not move back out of the road they would be ground to powder by

the teeth of one or the other, or both. Half King urged them to leave the
peaceful village, to forget the paleface God; to take their horses, and

flocks, and return to their homes. The Christians scorned the Huron King's
counsel. The sun has set for the Village of Peace. The time has come. Pipe and

the Huron are powerful. They will not listen to the paleface God. They will
burn the Village of Peace. Death to the Christians!"

Half King threw the black war-club with a passionate energy on the grass
before the Indians.

They heard this decree of death with unflinching front. Even the children were
quiet. Not a face paled, not an eye was lowered.

Half King cast their doom in their teeth. The Christians eyed him with
unspoken scorn.

"My God! My God! It is worse than I thought!" moaned Heckewelder. "Utter ruin!
Murder! Murder!"

In the momentary silence which followed his outburst, a tiny cloud of
blue-white smoke came from the ferns overhanging a cliff.

Crack!
All heard the shot of a rifle; all noticed the difference between its clear,

ringing intonation and the loud reports of the other two. All distinctly heard