The point, at last, had been reached where it was useless to struggle any longer.

The little party of fugitives, after safely crossing the Susquehanna on the day of the battle, and penetrating more than a score of miles on their way eastward to the Delaware, were overtaken, and made captive by three Indians.
Warning Ben against any resistance, the mother bowed her head in submission, and awaited her fate.

Only once, when she clasped her arm around the awed and silent Alice, laying the other affectionately upon the shoulder of her brave son, did she speak--"Murmur not at the will of Heaven." The Seneca was surprised at the action, or, rather, want of action, on the part of the captives.

Receiving no response to his salutation, he stood a moment in silence, and then emitted a tremulous whoop.

It was a signal for Red Wolf and the other Seneca.