Mr.M'Lellan, who was at the river bank, advanced to guard the goods, when one of the savages at tempted to hoodwink him with his buffalo robe with one hand, and to stab him with the other.

M'Lellan sprang back just far enough to avoid the blow, and raising his rifle, shot the ruffian through the heart.
In the meantime, Reed, who with the want of forethought of an Irishman, had neglected to remove the leathern cover from the lock of his rifle, was fumbling at the fastenings, when he received a blow on the head with a war club that laid him senseless on the ground.

In a twinkling he was stripped of his rifle and pistols, and the tin box, the cause of all this onslaught, was borne off in triumph.
At this critical juncture, Mr.Stuart, who had heard the war-whoop, hastened to the scene of action with Ben Jones, and seven others of the men.

When he arrived, Reed was weltering in his blood, and an Indian standing over him and about to despatch him with a tomahawk.

Stuart gave the word, when Ben Jones leveled his rifle, and shot the miscreant on the spot.