Rogers, who had been fighting with undaunted valor and desperation, marshaling his men in vain against numbers greatly superior, made his way once more to the side of Willet and crouched with him in the bushes.
"Dave, my friend," he said, "the battle goes against us." "So it does," replied the hunter, "but it is no fault of yours or your men.
St.Luc, the best of all the French leaders, has forced us into a trap.
There is nothing left for us to do now but burst the trap." "I hate to yield the field." "But it must be done.

It's better to lose a part of the rangers than to lose all.

You've had many a narrow escape before.

Men will come to your standard and you'll have a new band bigger than ever." The dark face of the ranger captain brightened a little.

But he looked sadly upon his fallen men.