Here each man fights for himself.

Mind, there is not a man among my band who would not risk his life for the rest; but, scattered through the woods as each man is, each must perforce rely principally on himself.

The woods near Ticonderoga will be full of lurking redskins, and a man may be brained and scalped without his fellow, a few yards away, hearing a sound.

I only say this that you may feel that you must take your chances.

The men under me are, every one, old hunters and Indian fighters, and are a match for the redskin in every move of forest war.