He lay upon the roof of the blazing cabin unable to move hand or foot, and Charles stood by like a grim sentinel till the frail building collapsed into a burning mass; then with a fierce gesture he stirred the ashes with the butt of his rifle, saying beneath his breath: "That is one of them!" Victory for the white man was complete, notwithstanding that bands of Indians from the other side of the river came rushing to the succour of their allies.

They came too late, and were scattered and dispersed by the resolute fire of the English.

The whole village was destroyed.

Colonel Armstrong took as many arms and as much ammunition as his men could carry, and devoted the rest to destruction.
More satisfactory still, they released from captivity eleven prisoners, white men with women and children, who had been carried off at different times when others had been massacred.

From these persons they learned that the Indians of Kittanning had often boasted that they had in the place a stock of ammunition sufficient to keep up a ten years' war with the English along the borders.