lemen, he led the charge through the water, and the bank's defenders
were driven back. Yet Wyatt, with his usual dexterity and prudence,
escaped among the thickets.

The battle now became only a series of detached combats. Little
groups seeking to make a stand here and there were soon swept away.
Thayendanegea and Timmendiquas raged and sought to gather together
enough men for an ambush, for anything that would sting the victors, but
they were pushed too hard and fast. A rally was always destroyed in the
beginning, and the chiefs themselves at last ran for their lives. The
pursuit was continued for a long time, not only by the vanguard, but the
army itself moved forward over the battlefield and deep into the forest
on the trail of the flying Iroquois.

The scouts continued the pursuit the longest, keeping a close watch,
nevertheless, against an ambush. Now and then they exchanged shots with
a band, but the Indians always fled quickly, and at last they stopped
because they could no longer find any resistance. They had been in
action or pursuit for many hours, and they were black with smoke, dust,
and sweat, but they were not yet conscious of any weariness. Heemskerk
drew a great red silk handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his
glowing face, which was as red as the handkerchief.

"It's the best job that's been done in these parts for many a year," he
said. "The Iroquois have always thought they were invincible, and now
the spell's been broke. If we only follow it up."

"That's sure to be done," said Henry. "I heard General Sullivan himself
say that his orders were to root up the whole Iroquois power."

They returned slowly toward the main force, retracing their steps over
the path of battle. It was easy enough to follow it. They beheld a dead
warrior at every step, and at intervals were rifles, tomahawks, scalping
knives, blankets, and an occasional shot pouch or powder horn. Presently
they reached the main army, which was going into camp for the night.
Many camp fires were built, and the soldiers, happy in their victory,
were getting ready for supper. But there was no disorder. They had been
told already that they were to march again in the morning.

Henry, Paul, Tom, Jim, and Shif'less Sol went back over the field of
battle, where many of the dead still lay. Twilight was now coming, and
it was a somber sight. The earthwork, the thickets, and the trees were
torn by cannon balls. Some tents raised by the Tories l