The eyes of woodsmen who seldom missed looked down the sights.
The sound of feet in the mud came many times.

The enemy was evidently drawing near.
"How many do you think are out thar ?" whispered Shif'less Sol to Henry.
"Twenty, at least, it seems to me by the sounds." "I s'pose the best thing for us to do is to shoot at the first head we see." "Yes, but we mustn't all fire at the same man." It was suggested that Henry call off the turns of the marksmen, and he agreed to do so.

Shif'less Sol was to fire first.

The sounds now ceased.
The Iroquois evidently had some feeling or instinct that they were approaching an enemy who was to be feared, not weak and unarmed women and children.
The five were absolutely motionless, finger on trigger.

The American wilderness had heroes without number.