Jack made no attempt to escape. He knew it would be useless. Besides, he was minded to play the game out. He had come for his wife, and, now that day had come, he could not hope to find her save by Tecumseh’s aid. This he determined to invoke; and this, in spite of the deadly peril, he welcomed the chance to invoke. After all, he had come to Ohio by Tecumseh’s invitation. He had some rights which even a savage must respect. Almost eagerly he stepped toward the place where Tecumseh waited. Abruptly the red chief raised his hand and the iron arms of the two braves caught Jack and dragged him back. At another gesture they stepped before him, screening him from the sight of an officer, clad in the red coat of the British, who was striding into the circle. Swiftly the officer came on, and Jack saw that he was Brito Telfair. Close to Tecumseh he halted, and without salutation or formality he spoke. “Is Tecumseh a coward that he needs the help of squaws?” he demanded, hotly. “Will he keep the daughter of Delaroche here during the battle? Or will he send her away?” Tecumseh’s face darkened. His hand sprang to the hatchet at his belt. If Brito saw it, he did not heed. “In an hour a wagon with wounded starts to the rear,” he said. “Send the girl with it. If we win today you can find her again and protect her. If we lose she will be safe. Send her away, I beg of you.” Abruptly the man’s voice broke. “You needn’t fear me,” he said. “I can’t leave here, and you know it. But--but a battle is no place for a woman! Send her where she will be safe.” Tecumseh’s lips moved. “I will consider,” he promised. “Go now and return within an hour. Perhaps I will let the Star maiden go.” Brito nodded and turned away. As he went Jack felt the iron grip of the braves tighten upon his arms, forcing him forward. He went willingly enough. He had learned that Alagwa was there, in the camp, and he swore to himself that not Tecumseh nor Brito nor all the devils from h--l should prevent his reaching her. Coolly he faced the red chieftain. “The great chief came to me far in the south,” he said, deliberately. “He called me and I came a long trail to meet him. He did not wait for me, and I have followed him here to receive from him the Star maiden, my kinswoman, the daughter of Delaroche. Will the great chief send for her?” Long Tecumseh stared the young man in the face. At last his lips moved. “The young white chief is brave,” he said. Jack shrugged his shoulders. He had spoken as he did in the hope of startling his captor. He had no intention of pushing the pretense too far. “The white chief seeks his wife,” he said, deliberately. “He believes she is in Tecumseh’s camp. He comes to demand her.” Tecumseh’s face grew even grimmer. “Does the white chief come for that alone?” he asked. “Or does he come to spy out the camp of his foes? Make answer, Te-pwe, he who speaks true.”