But three of them rose only to fall again, as the rifles cracked in the bushes, while two others staggered from wounds.
The triumphant shout of the frontiersmen came from the thicket, and then they rushed upon the camp.

Quick as a flash two of the Senecas started toward the woman and children with their tomahawks, but Mary Newton was ready.

Her heart had leaped at the shots when the Senecas fell, and she kept her courage.

Now she sprang to her full height, and, with the children screaming at her feet, fired one barrel of the pistol directly into the face of the first warrior, and served the second in the same way with the other barrel when he was less than four feet away.

Then, tomahawk in hand, she rushed forward.