He lowered his rifle.
"What is it, Dagaeoga ?" whispered the Onondaga.
"The man I chose for my target," replied Robert, "was not De Courcelles, nor yet Junonville, but that young De Galissonniere, who was so kind to us in Quebec, and whom we met later among the peaks.

I was about to pull trigger, and, if I had done so, I should be sorry all my life." "Is he still there ?" Robert looked again and De Galissonniere was gone.

He felt immense relief.
He thought it was war's worst cruelty that it often brought friends face to face in battle.
The French and Indian horde from the lake landed and drove against the rangers on the eastern flank with great violence, firing their rifles and muskets, and then coming on with the tomahawk.

The little force of Rogers was in danger of being enveloped on all sides, and would have been exterminated had it not been for his valor and presence of mind, seconded so ably by Willet, Black Rifle and their comrades.
They formed a barrier of living fire, facing in three directions and holding back the shouting horde until the main body of the surviving rangers could gather for retreat.

Robert and Tayoga were near Willet, all the best sharpshooters were there, and never had they fought more valiantly than on that day.
Robert crouched among the bushes, peering for the faces of his foes, and firing whenever he could secure a good aim.
"Have you seen Tandakora ?" he asked Tayoga.
"No," replied the Onondaga.
"He must be here.