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"No Good God, Carus! Have they got her?"

His shocked face paled; he laid his hand onin silence as I told hiloved hands together, "we'll get her yet, Carus; I tell you, we'll get her safe and sound Do you think I mean to let these mad wolves slink off this time and skulk away unpunished? Do you suppose I don't know that the tiood and all of Walter Butler? You need not worry, Carus It is true that God alone could have foreseen the strange panic that started these h they had never sh they had not answered a hundred alarms from Oriskany to Currietown I could not foresee that, but, by God, we've stopped it! And now I tell you we are going to deal Walter Butler a blow that will end hiscareer forever! Look sharp!"

A racket of rifle-fire broke out ahead; two men dropped

We were in the smoke now Indians rose from every thicket and leaped away in retreat; the colu forward, pistol and sword in hand

"Why, there's our cannon, boys!" cried Colonel Lewis excitedly

A roar greeted the black Colonel's words; the entire line sprang forward; a file of Oneidas sped along our flanks, rifles a-trail

Through the smoke I saw the Hall now, and in a field to the east of it a cannon which so to drag off

At the view the yelling onset was loosed; the kilted troops and the green-coated soldiers took to their legs, and I saw ourit, eers cheered and cheered Ah! now the e fence was carried with a rush, and all around us in the red sunset light shoutingIndians were locked in a death struggle, hatchet, knife, and rifle-butt playing their silent and awful part

An officer in a scarlet coat galloped at me full tilt, snapped his pistol as he passed, wheeled, and attempted to ride me down at his sword's point, but Colonel Willett pistoled him as I parried his thrust withhi sidewise, and striking the ground, one spurred heel entangled in his stirrup

Sickened, I turned away, and presently sounded the rally for ers For full twenty minutes militia and riflemen poured sheets of bullets into the Royal Greens froe fence; their flank doubled, wavered, and broke as the roaring fire of Rowley's ht fell; redder and redder leaped the rifle-flaave way, and we broke through--rifleh with a terrific yell And before us fled Indian and Tory, yager and renegade, Greens, Rangers, Highlanders, officers galloping ons smashed, horses down, caeance of Tryon County passed in a tornado of fury that cleansed the land forever of Walter Butler and his demons of the North!