"Now the tomahawk and the scalping knife will sweep the border from Canada to Carolina." The panic was stopped at last and the broken remnants of the army, covered by the Virginians who understood the forest, began their retreat.

Braddock died the next day, his last words being, "We shall know better how to deal with them another time." Washington, Orme, Morris and the others carried the news of the great defeat to Virginia and Pennsylvania, whence it was sent to England, to be received there at first with incredulity, men saying that such a thing was impossible.

But England too was soon to be in mourning, because so many of her bravest had fallen at the hands of an invisible foe in the far American wilderness.
Robert, Willet and Tayoga followed the retreating army only a short distance beyond the Monongahela.

They saw that Grosvenor, Stuart and Cabell had escaped with slight wounds, and, slipping quietly into the forest, they circled about Fort Duquesne, seeing the lights where the Indians were burning their wretched prisoners alive, and then plunging again into the woods.
Late at night they lay down in a dense covert, and exhausted, slept.

They rose at dawn, and tried to shake off the horror.
"Be of good courage, Robert," said Willet.