nd it was this last fact that brought
the shudder.

Hiokatoo thought it a good plan. Twenty warriors, mostly Senecas and
Cayugas, were detailed to execute it at once, and they stole off toward
the right. Henry had suspected some such diversion, and, as he had been
joined now by the four men from the other side of the creek, he disposed
his little force to meet it. Both Shif'less Sol and Heemskerk had caught
sight of figures slipping away among the trees, and Henry craftily drew
back a little. While two or three men maintained the sharpshooting
in the front, he waited for the attack. It came in half an hour, the
flanking force making a savage and open rush, but the fire of the white
riflemen was so swift and deadly that they were driven back again. But
they had come very near, and a Tory rushed directly at young Taylor.
The Tory, like Taylor, had come from Wyoming, and he had been one of
the most ruthless on that terrible day. When they were less than a dozen
feet apart they recognized each other. Henry saw the look that passed
between them, and, although he held a loaded rifle in his hand, for some
reason he did not use it. The Tory fired a pistol at Taylor, but the
bullet missed, and the Wyoming youth, leaping forth, swung his unloaded
rifle and brought the stock down with all his force upon the head of his
enemy. The man, uttering a single sound, a sort of gasp, fell dead, and
Taylor stood over him, still trembling with rage. In an instant Henry
seized him and dragged him down, and then a Seneca bullet whistled where
he had been.

"He was one of the worst at Wyoming-I saw him!" exclaimed young Taylor,
still trembling all over with passion.

"He'll never massacre anybody else. You've seen to that," said Henry,
and in a minute or two Taylor was quiet. The sharpshooting continued,
but here as elsewhere, the Iroquois had the worst of it. Despite their
numbers, they could not pass nor flank that line of deadly marksmen who
lay behind trees almost in security, and who never missed. Another Tory
and a chief, also, were killed, and Braxton Wyatt was daunted. Nor did
he feel any better when old Hiokatoo crept to his side.

"We have failed here," he said. "They shoot too well for us to rush
them. We have lost good men." Hiokatoo frowned, and the scars on his
face stood out in livid red lines.

"It is so," he said. "These who fight us now are of their best, and
while we fight, the army that destroyed Oghwaga is coming up. C