"What is it ?" Willet, who was crouched near him, turned pale, but he replied in a steady voice.
"St.Luc has brought a field piece, a twelve-pounder, I think, and they've opened fire with grape-shot.

They'll sweep the whole forest.

Who'd have thought it ?" The battle sank for a moment, and then a tremendous yell of triumph came from the Indians.

Presently, the cannon crashed again, and its deadly charge of grape took heavy toll of the rangers.

Then the lake and the mountains gave back the heavy boom of the gun in many echoes, and it was like the toll of doom.