"I feel a heap flattered," said Shif'less Sol, "that so many warriors should be sent ag'inst us, who are only five. What wuz it that old feller was always sayin', Paul, every time he held up a bunch o' fresh figs before the noses o' the Roman senators?" "_Delenda est Carthago_, which is Latin, Sol, and it means just now, when I give it a liberal translation, that we five must be wiped clean off the face of the earth." "I've heard you say often, Paul, that Latin was a dead language, an' so all them old dead sayin's won't hev any meanin' fur us. I kin live long on the threats o' Braxton Wyatt an' Blackstaffe, an' so kin all o' us. But go on, Henry. I 'pologize fur interruptin' the presidin' officer." "I learned all I could there," continued Henry, "but I was able to gather only their general intention, that is their resolve to crush us, a plan that both Wyatt and Blackstaffe urged. However, when I trailed a large band two days later, and crept near their camp, I discovered more." "What wuz it?" exclaimed the shiftless one, leaning forward a little, his face showing tense and eager in the glow of the flames. "They're going to spread a net for us. Not one body of warriors will seek us, but many. Red Eagle will lead a band, Yellow Panther will be at the head of another, Braxton Wyatt will be in charge of a third, Blackstaffe will take a fourth, and there will be at least seven or eight more, though some of them may unite later. Shif'less Sol has put it right. We'll be honored as men were never honored before in this wilderness. At least a thousand warriors, brave and skillful men, all, will be hunting us, two hundred to one and maybe more." "And while they're hunting us," said Paul, his eyes glistening, "we'll draw 'em off from the settlements, and we'll be serving our people just as much as we did when we were destroying the big guns, and filling the warriors with superstitious alarm." "True in every word," said Henry, his soul rising for the contest. "Let 'em come on and we'll lead 'em such a chase that their feet will be worn to the bone, and their minds will be full of despair!" "You put it right," said the shiftless one. "I think I'll enjoy bein' a fox fur awhile. The forest is full o' holes an' dens, an' when they dig me out o' one I'll be off fur another." "We know the wilderness as well as they do," said Henry, "and we can use as many tricks as they can. Now, since they're spreading a great net, we must take the proper steps to evade it. Having besieged our refuge here once, they'll naturally look again for us in this place. If they catch us inside they'll sit outside until they starve us to death." "Which means," said Paul regretfully, "that we must leave our nice dry home." "So it does, but not, I think, before tomorrow morning, and we'll use the hours meanwhile to good advantage. We must begin at once molding into bullets the lead that Sol and Tom brought."