Him got a bullet-hole in de fohaid, suh; him a dead man sholy, an' heah is his gun by his han'," he said in an awestruck whisper.
"Blodgett! Good God, it can't be." "Yes, suh, it's him, and dere's anoder one ober dah.

See, suh!" He laid his hand upon another body, in the same uniform as the first one.
This man groaned slightly.
"Dis one's not daid yit," said Dick, excitedly; "he been hit ober de haid, his face all bloody.

Oh, Mars' Hil'ry, dem raidahs you done tell me 'bout been heah.

Mars' Blodgett done shot dat one by de riber on de waf, an' den hit dis one wid his musket, an' den dey done shoot Mars' Blodgett.

Oh, Mars' Hil'ry, le' 's get out ob heah." Talbot saw it all now,--the slow and stealthy approach of the boat from the little sloop out in the river (it had disappeared round the bend, he noticed), Blodgett's quiet watch at the foot of the path, the approach of the men, Blodgett's challenge, the first one shot dead as he came up, the pistol-shot which missed him, the rush of the men at the indomitable old soldier, the nearest one struck down from the blow of the clubbed musket of the sturdy old man, the second pistol-shot, which hit him in the forehead, his fall across the path.