But the hour is at hand when it shall be done to him as he has done.

His hand lighted the wood pile they had set against the door of the house.

Let him suffer a like fate at our hands in the day of vengeance!" Spurred on by the hope of striking some well-planted blow at the heart of the enemy, the hardy band of Rangers pushed their way through the forest tracks, scarcely pausing for rest or sleep, till the lights of a little camp and settlement twinkled before them in the dusk, and they were hailed by the voice of a watchful sentinel.
"Friends," cried Stark, in clear tones--"Rangers of the forest--come to the aid of Colonel Armstrong, hoping to be in time for the attack on Kittanning." "Now welcome, welcome!" cried the man, running joyfully forward; and the next minute the little band was borne into the camp by a joyful company of raw soldiers, who seemed to feel a great sense of support even from the arrival of a mere handful.
"Rogers' Rangers are come! the Rangers are come!" was the word eagerly passed from mouth to mouth; and before the newcomers could make any explanation, they found themselves pushed into a fair-sized building, some thing in the form of a temporary blockhouse, and confronted with the Colonel himself, who received them with great goodwill.
"You are from Captain Rogers ?" he said; "is one of you that notable man himself ?" Stark stepped forward to act as spokesman, and was shaken warmly by the hand.
"Rangers we are, but not of Rogers' company," he said.

"Indeed, when we started forth from Philadelphia to the succour of the distressed districts, we had not even heard the name of Rogers, though it is now familiar enough.
"We heard, however, that you were in need of the help of Rangers, and we have come with all haste to your camp.

We wish for nothing better than to stand in the forefront of the battle against the treacherous and hostile Indians.