A NEW ENGLAND RAID
"Stand!" he shouted.
"No fear; I have come to speak with you and tell you what you desire to know," said the Indian, halting at a safe distance.
"Who are you?" asked the colonel.
"I am the brother of the chief whom Philip slew because he spake of peace. I have lost two sons in the war; I have but one left, and he is a babe. I also would dwell at peace, so have I come to you that you may slay the squaw Sachem Weetamoo. She has but a few men left of her three hundred warriors, and when she is conquered I will lead you to Philip's hiding-place."
"How are we to know that you are true, and will not rather lead us unto our death?" said Colonel Church.
"My squaw and my babe are here with me," and he pointed to the clump of trees; "take them and slay them if I lie."
"Let it be so," said Church, with a glance at Josh; "fetch them."
The Indian disappeared.
"He's true; I know the man," said Josh.
Leading a fine boy of five, and followed by a squaw, the savage reappeared.
"It is well," said Church; "let them remain yonder. Now, what have you to tell us? We will reward you, and your wife and child shall be cared for; therefore speak without fear."
The Sachem Weetamoo is camped on the banks of the Matipoisett; her warriors are dead; she has but a score of men left. I will lead you to her this night."
"Let me go with him, colonel," said Josh eagerly. "This woman laid my home waste, slew my father, and has, may-be, kept my mother and sister in captivity; it is but right that I should capture her. Above all things, I would not run the risk of her being killed, I must question her."