The terrible line of lead and steel that faced them was impassable, and all the time the tremendous shouts of Willet poured fresh courage and zeal into the young troops and the borderers.
"At 'em, lads! At 'em!" he cried.

"Push 'em back! Throw 'em into the water! Show 'em they can't enter our camp, that the back door, like the front door, is closed! That's the way! Good for you, Grosvenor! A sword is a deadly weapon when one knows how to use it! A wonderful blow for you, Tayoga! But you always deal wonderful ones! Careful, Robert! 'Ware the tomahawk! Now, lads, drive 'em! Drive 'em hard!" The men united in one mighty rush that the warriors could not withstand.

They were hurled back from the land, and, after their fashion when a blow had failed, they quit in sudden and utter fashion.
Springing into the water, and swimming with all their power, they disappeared in the heavy darkness which now hovered close to shore.
Many of the young soldiers, carried away by the heat of combat, were about to leap into the lake and follow them, but Willet, running up and down, restrained their eager spirits.
"No! No!" he cried.

"Don't do that.

They'll be more'n a match for you in the water.