Nothing was real, except his overwhelming sense of horror.

Men fell around him, and he wondered why he did not fall too, but he was untouched, and Willet and Tayoga also were unwounded.

He saw near him young Stuart who had lost his horse long since, but who had snatched a rifle from a fallen soldier, and who was fighting gallantly on foot.
"Who would have thought it ?" exclaimed the Virginian.

"An army such as ours, to be beaten, nay, to be destroyed, by a swarm of savages!" "But don't forget the Frenchmen!" shouted Robert in reply.

"They're directing!" "Which is no consolation to us," cried Stuart.