All presently plainly heard the leaden missile strike.

Edwards wheeled, clutching his side, breathed hard, and then fell heavily without uttering a cry.

He had been shot by an Indian concealed in the thicket.
For a moment no one moved, nor spoke.

The missionaries were stricken with horror; the converts seemed turned to stone, and the hostile throng waited silently, as they had for hours.
"He's shot! He's shot! Oh, I feared this!" cried Heckewelder, running forward.

The missionaries followed him.