e, at the other end of the settlement, the greater number of the
shipwrecked mariners were engaged in hot pursuit of the party of Indians
who had attacked them. They were very indignant, several of their mates
having been wounded, and a considerable quantity of their stores carried
off.

It quickly became apparent, however, that the seamen were no match for
savage, at a race through the woods, therefore Grummidge, who soon
overtook his comrades, called a halt, and gathered as many of his men as
possible around him.

"Now, lads," he said, "it's plain that some of you can't run much
further. You ain't used to this sort o' work. Besides, we have left
our settlement undefended. Most of you must therefore return, an' a few
of the smartest among you will follow me, for we must give these rascals
a fright by followin' 'em till we catch 'em--if we can--or by drivin'
'em back to their own place, wherever that may be."

Many of the men were more than willing to agree to this arrangement,
while others were quite ready to follow their leader. The party,
therefore, that finally continued in pursuit of the Indians was composed
of Grummidge, George Blazer, Fred Taylor, Little Stubbs, Garnet Squill,
and several others. Armed with bows, arrows, short spears, and clubs,
these set off without delay into the forest, trusting to the sun and
stars for guidance. The remainder of the men returned to the
settlement, where they discovered that they had been the victims of a
ruse on the part of the savages. The assault at the further end of the
settlement proved to be a mere feint, made by a comparatively small
party, for the purpose of drawing the seamen away, and leaving the main
part of the settlement undefended, and open to pillage. While the small
detachment of Indians, therefore, was doing its part, the main body
descended swiftly but quietly on Wagtail Bay, and possessed themselves
of all that was valuable there, and carried it off.

Of course, Swinton and Jim Heron were found there. Both had been
beheaded, and their bodies stripped and left on the floor. Heron seemed
to have offered a stout resistance, until overpowered by numbers and
slain. Poor Swinton, who could not have had much more life remaining
than enabled him to understand what was occurring, had been stabbed to
death where he lay.

Fortunately, it was not possible for the Indians to carry off all the
dried fish and other provisions, so that the men were not red