It had not been checked even for a moment, and the
bayonets of one of the regiments glittered in the sun a straight
line of steel.
Henry kept his gaze fixed upon a point where the earthwork was
lowest. He saw there the plumed head of Thayendanegea, and he
intended to strike if he could. He saw the Mohawk gesticulating
and shouting to his men to stand fast and drive back the charge.
He believed even then, and he knew later, that Thayendanegea and
Timmendiquas were showing courage superior to that of the
Johnsons and Butters or any of their British and Canadian allies.
The two great chiefs still held their men in line, and the
Iroquois did not cease to send a stream of bullets from the
earthwork.
Henry saw the brown faces and the embankment coming closer and
closer. He saw the face of Braxton Wyatt appear a moment, and he
snapped his empty pistol at it. But it was hidden the next
instant behind others, and then they were at the embankment. He
saw the glowing faces of his comrades at his side, the singular
figure of Heemskerk revolving swiftly, and behind them the line
of bayonets closing in with the grimness of fate.
Henry leaped upon the earthwork.
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