His, unless a trained forest warrior himself, was a headlong bravery, and now this gallant little force asked for nothing but to come to close grips with the enemy.
The men in the center with "Indian" Butler gave back still more.

With cries of victory the Wyoming men pressed forward, firing rapidly, and continuing to drive the mongrel white force.

The rifles were cracking rapidly, and smoke arose over the two lines.

The wind caught wisps of it and carried them off down the river.
"It goes better than I thought," said Paul as he reloaded his rifle.
"Not yet," said Henry, "we are fighting the white men only.

Where are all the Indians, who alone outnumber our men more than two to one ?" "Here they come," said Shif'less Sol, pointing to the depths of the swamp, which was supposed to protect the left flank of the Wyoming force.
The five saw in the spaces, amid the briars and vines, scores of dark figures leaping over the mud, naked to the breech cloth, armed with rifle and tomahawk, and rushing down upon the unprotected side of their foe.