house. The Indians kept up their war
cries, terrifying in their nature and intended for that purpose, while
the white men shouted encouragement to one another. The sharp, crackling
fire of the rifles was incessant, and mingled with it was the sighing
sound of bullets as they struck deep into the wood of the palisade.

It was a confused struggle, all the more grim because of the darkness.
Many of the Indians reached the palisade. Some were shot down as they
attempted to climb over. Others knelt under the wall and fired through
the very loopholes. One warrior leaped over the palisade, escaping all
the bullets aimed at him, and, tomahawk in hand, ran toward a woman who
stood by one of the houses with the intention of striking her down. He
was wild with the rage of battle, but a lucky shot from the window of
the blockhouse slew him. He fell almost at the feet of the horrified
woman, and it was seen the next morning that he belonged to the fearless
Wyandot nation.

Henry stood for a time on the ledge, firing whenever he saw a chance,
wasting no bullets, but after a while he sprang down and ran along the
line, believing that he could be of more service by watching as well as
fighting. He knew that the brunt of the Indian attack would be likely to
veer at any moment, and presently it shifted to the eastern side.
Luckily he was there, and at his call the Major came with more men. The
warriors were repelled at this point, also. At the end of a half hour
the attack sank, and then ceased on all sides. The defenders were
victorious for the time, and there was great rejoicing among those who
did not know all the ways of the forest.

"It is merely a withdrawal for another and better opportunity, is it
not?" said Major Braithwaite to Henry.

"Of course," replied the boy. "They do not give up as easy as that. It
was so dark that I don't think much damage was done to either side.
Besides, a lot of them are there yet, hiding against the palisade, and
if they get a chance they will pick off some of your men."

As Henry spoke, a bullet whizzed through a loophole, and a defender was
struck in the shoulder. The others quickly moved out of range. Major
Braithwaite was very grave.

"Those savages are a great danger," he said. "How are we to get at
them."

"If we lean over the wall to shoot down at 'em," said Henry, "they can
shoot up at us, and they can see us better. It's a big question. Ah, I
know what to do. Those stakes are green w