They piled fagot after fagot round Isaac's feet.

The Indian warrior knelt on the ground the steel clicked on the flint; a little shower of sparks dropped on the pieces of punk and then--a tiny flame shot up, and slender little column of blue smoke floated on the air.
Isaac shut his teeth hard and prayed with all his soul for a speedy death.
Simon Girty came hurriedly through the lines of waiting, watching Indians.

He had obtained permission to speak to the man of his own color.
"Zane, you made a brave stand.

Any other time but this it might have saved you.

If you want I'll get word to your people." And then bending and placing his mouth close to Isaac's ear, he whispered, "I did all I could for you, but it must have been too late." "Try and tell them at Ft.