the east of the town as
quickly as he could, and attack with all his might. After giving a
little time for the circuit, Clark, with the artillery, would march
straight across the field in the face of the main Indian force. He gave
Henry and his comrades their choice as to which body with which they
would march.

"We go with you and the artillery across the field," replied Henry at
once.

"I thought so," said Clark with a smile.

The five lay down at the edge of the forest. Full of experience, they
knew that it was not worth while now to be sending bullets toward the
gullies. They knew, also, that the charge in which they were about to
take part would offer as much danger as anything they had ever met. It
is likely that every one of them thought of Wareville, and their kin,
but they said nothing.

A few men in front maintained the fire in order to keep the Indians
across the field busy, but the great majority, lying quiet, waited to
hear the rifles of Logan and the four hundred. Meanwhile this flanking
force emerged from the woods, and having now become the left wing of the
American army, sought to rush the town. It was immediately assailed by a
powerful Indian force, and a furious battle followed. One side of it was
exposed to another field from which Indians sent in bullets in showers.
Nevertheless the men, encouraged by Logan, Floyd, and Harrod, drove
straight toward Piqua. The Indians in front of them were led by Girty,
Braxton Wyatt, Blackstaffe and Moluntha, the Shawnee, and they fought
alike from open and covert, offering the most desperate resistance. The
four hundred were compelled now and then to yield a few yards, but
always they gained it back, and more. Slowly the town came nearer, and
now Logan's men heard to their right a welcome crash that told them
Clark was advancing.

As soon as Clark heard the sound of Logan's battle, he gave the signal
to his men to attack. In front of them, much of the smoke had lifted,
and they could see the field now, with most of its weeds cut away.
Beyond was a strip of woods, and on the other side of the woods but
already visible through the bushes, lay the long town.

"Now for it!" cried Henry to his comrades who were close about him.

"Forward!" shouted Clark, and with a tremendous shout the men charged
into the field, the artillery drawn as always in the center and blazing
the way. From the gullies came the answering fire in shower after shower
of bullets. Henry he