But by entirely surrounding the little fort and creeping through the long grass they succeeded in a few hours in shooting every one of the mules and horses of the traders.
The savages kept up an incessant howling, and thirty-six dreadful hours thus passed away.

It seemed but a prolongation of death's agonies.

Hunger and thirst would ere long destroy them, even though they should escape the arrow and the tomahawk.

It was not deemed wise to expend a single charge of powder or a bullet, unless sure of their aim.

And the Indians crept so near, prostrated in the long grass, that not a head could be raised above the frail ramparts without encountering the whiz of arrows.
The day passed away.