am of bullets from the earthwork.

Henry saw the brown faces and the embankment coming closer and closer.
He saw the face of Braxton Wyatt appear a moment, and he snapped his
empty pistol at it. But it was hidden the next instant behind others,
and then they were at the embankment. He saw the glowing faces of
his comrades at his side, the singular figure of Heemskerk revolving
swiftly, and behind them the line of bayonets closing in with the
grimness of fate.

Henry leaped upon the earthwork. An Indian fired at him point blank, and
he swung heavily with his clubbed rifle. Then his comrades were by his
side, and they leaped down into the Indian camp. After them came the
riflemen, and then the line of bayonets. Even then the great Mohawk and
the great Wyandot shouted to their men to stand fast, although the Royal
Greens and the Rangers had begun to run, and the Johnsons, the Butlers,
McDonald, Wyatt, and the other white men were running with them.

Henry, with the memory of Wyoming and all the other dreadful things that
had come before his eyes, saw red. He was conscious of a terrible melee,
of striking again and again with his clubbed rifle, of fierce brown
faces before him, and of Timmendiquas and Thayedanegea rushing here and
there, shouting to their warriors, encouraging them, and exclaiming that
the battle was not lost. Beyond he saw the vanishing forms of the Royal
Greens and the Rangers in full flight. But the Wyandots and the best
of the Iroquois still stood fast until the pressure upon them became
overwhelming. When the line of bayonets approached their breasts they
fell back. Skilled in every detail of ambush, and a wonderful forest
fighter, the Indian could never stand the bayonet. Reluctantly
Timmendiquas, Thayendanegea and the Mohawks, Senecas, and Wyandots, who
were most strenuous in the conflict, gave ground. Yet the battlefield,
with its numerous trees, stumps, and inequalities, still favored them.
They retreated slowly, firing from every covert, sending a shower of
bullets, and now and then tittering the war whoop.

Henry heard a panting breath by his side. He looked around and saw the
face of Heemskerk, glowing red with zeal and exertion.

"The victory is won already!" said he. "Now to drive it home!"

"Come on," cried Henry in return, "and we'll lead!"

A single glance showed him that none of his comrades had fallen. Long
Jim and Tom Ross had suffered slight wounds that they scarcely noticed,
and