Then our main force will advance, but we should do something earlier, something that will brush back these murderous swarms.

David, old friend, what are we to do ?" Willet looked around in thought, and he caught the flashing eyes of Rogers.

He glanced at Black Rifle and his dark eyes, too, were sparkling under their dark lashes.

He understood what was in their minds, and it appealed to him.
"Colonel Johnson," he said, "one must burn the faces of the French and Indians, and show them a victory is not theirs until they've won it.

Let Mr.Rogers here take the rangers he has, other picked ones from the camp, Robert, Tayoga and me, perhaps also a chosen band of Mohawks under Daganoweda, and go forward to strike a blow that will delay Dieskau." The somber face of Waraiyageh lightened.
"David Willet," he said, "you are a man.