Pontiac's camp, however, was still far away; this barking would not alarm the Indians.

But the soldiers did not know that they had been betrayed by a spy of Pontiac's within the fort, nor did they suspect that snake-like eyes were even then watching their advance.
At length Parent's Creek was reached, where a narrow wooden bridge spanned the stream a few yards from its mouth.

The advance-guard were half-way over the bridge, and the main body crowding after them, when, from a black ridge in front, the crackle of musketry arose, and half the advance-guard fell.

The narrow stream ran red with their blood, and ever after this night it was known as Bloody Run.

On the high ground to the north of the creek a barricade of cordwood had been erected, and behind this and behind barns and houses and fences, and in the corn-fields and orchards, Indians were firing and yelling like demons.