Men and horses went down, and cries of pain and surprise blended with the war whoop of the savages which swelled and fell again.
Robert and his comrades had thrown themselves flat upon the ground at the first fire, and escaped the bullets.

Now they rose to their knees, and began to send their own bullets at the flitting forms among the trees and bushes.

Robert caught glimpses of the savages, naked to the waist, coated thickly with war paint, their fierce eyes gleaming, and now and then he saw a man in French uniform passing among them and encouraging them.

He saw one gigantic figure which he knew to be that of Tandakora, and he raised his reloaded rifle to fire at him, but the Ojibway was gone.
Surprised in the ominous forest, the British and the Virginians nevertheless showed a courage worthy of all praise.

Gage formed his regulars on the trail, and they sent volley after volley into the dense shades on either side, the big muskets thundering together like cannon.