"He was one of the worst at Wyoming-I saw him!" exclaimed young
Taylor, still trembling all over with passion.
"He'll never massacre anybody else. You've seen to that," said
Henry, and in a minute or two Taylor was quiet. The
sharpshooting continued, but here as elsewhere, the Iroquois had
the worst of it. Despite their numbers, they could not pass nor
flank that line of deadly marksmen who lay behind trees almost in
security, and who never missed. Another Tory and a chief, also,
were killed, and Braxton Wyatt was daunted. Nor did he feel any
better when old Hiokatoo crept to his side.
"We have failed here," he said. "They shoot too well for us to
rush them. We have lost good men." Hiokatoo frowned, and the
scars on his face stood out in livid red lines.
"It is so," he said. " These who fight us now are of their best,
and while we fight, the army that destroyed Oghwaga is coming up.
Come, we will go."
The little white band soon saw that the Indians were gone
from their front. They scouted some distance, and, finding no
enemy, hurried back to Colonel Butler. The troops were pushed
forward, and before night they reached Cunahunta, which they
burned also.
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