him."

They waited with the most intense anxiety one minute, two minutes, and
out of the woods in the north came the rolling report in reply. A half
minute more and then came the second sound just like the first.

"The signal! They answer! They answer!" exclaimed Colonel Logan
joyously. "Now to make it complete."

When the last echo of the second shot in the north had died, the
twelve-pounder was fired again. Then it was reloaded, but not with blank
cartridges, and the word to advance was given. Now the men pressed
forward with increased eagerness, but they still took wilderness
precaution. Trees and hillocks were used for shelter, and from the trees
and hillocks in front of them the Indian skirmishers poured a heavy
fire. Logan's men replied and the forest was alive with the sounds of
battle. Bullets cut twigs and bushes, and the white man's shout replied
to the red man's war whoop. The cannon was brought up, and fired
cartridges and then grape shot at the point where the enemy's force
seemed to be thickest. The Indians gave way before this terrifying fire,
and Logan's men followed them. But the Colonel always kept a heavy force
on either flank to guard against ambush, and Henry was continually by
his side to guide. They went a full mile and then Henry, who was
listening, exclaimed joyfully:

"They're coming to meet us! Don't you hear their fire?"

Above the crash of his own combat Colonel Logan heard the distant
thudding of cannon, and, as he listened, that thudding came nearer.
These were certainly the guns of Clark, and he was as joyous as Henry.
Their cooeperation was now complete, and the courage and daring of one
youth had made it possible. His own force pushed forward faster, and
soon they could hear the rifles of the heavier battle in the north.

"We've got 'em! We've got 'em!" shouted Simon Kenton. "They are caught
between the two jaws of a vice, and the bravest Indians that ever lived
can never stand that."

Logan ordered his men to spread out in a longer and thinner line,
although he kept at least fifty of his best about the cannon to prevent
any attempt at capture. The twelve-pounder may not have done much
execution upon an enemy who fought chiefly from shelter, but he knew
that its effect was terrifying, and he did not mean to lose the gun. His
precaution was taken well, as a picked band of Wyandots, Shawnees and
Miamis, springing suddenly from the undergrowth, made a determined
charge to the very