But the five reloaded so quickly that they were able to send in a
second volley before the foremost of the Iroquois could touch
foot on solid earth. Then the double barreled pistols came into
play. The bullets sent from short range drove back the savages,
who were amazed at such a deadly and continued fire. Henry
caught sight of a white face among these assailants, and he knew
it to be that of Braxton Wyatt. Singularly enough he was not
amazed to see it there. Wyatt, sinking deeper and deeper into
savagery and cruelty, was just the one to lead the Iroquois in
such a pursuit. He was a fit match for Walter Butler, the
infamous son of the Indian leader, who was soon to prove himself
worse than the worst of the savages, as Thayendanegea himself has
written.
Henry drew a bead once on Braxton Wyatt-he had no scruples now
about shooting him-but just as he was about to pull the trigger
Wyatt darted behind a bush, and a Seneca instead received the
bullet. He also saw the renegade, Blackstaffe, but he was not
able to secure a shot at him, either. Nevertheless, the Iroquois
attack was beaten back. It was a foregone conclusion that the
result would be so, unless the force was in great numbers.
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