Let the other five handle their rifles, and keep back the Indians as they come up.

Never mind the soldiers." For the white-coated troops, perceiving the scouts' intention, were now pouring out from the intrenchments.
A couple of minutes sufficed for the men to launch the boats and take their seats, and the oars dipped in the water just as three or four Indians dashed out from the edge of the forest.
"We have won the race by three minutes," Rogers said, exultantly.
"Stretch to your oars, lads, and get out of range as soon as you can." The Indians began to fire as soon as they perceived the boats.

They were scarcely two hundred yards away, but they, like the white men, were panting with fatigue, and their bullets flew harmlessly by.
"Don't answer yet," Rogers ordered, as some of the scouts were preparing to fire.

"Wait till your hands get steady, and then fire at the French.

There won't be many of the redskins up, yet." The boats were not two hundred yards from shore when the French soldiers reached the edge of the water and opened fire, but at this distance their weapons were of little avail, and, though the bullets splashed thickly around the boats, no one was injured, while several of the French were seen to drop from the fire of the scouts.