Robert, Tayoga and Willet, leading, entered the deep forest again.  Some chance had put young Lennox slightly in advance of his comrades, but suddenly he stopped.  A short distance ahead a figure bounded across the trail and disappeared in the thicket.  It was only a flitting glimpse, but he recognized St. Luc, the athletic figure, the fair hair and the strong face.

“St. Luc!” he exclaimed.  “Did you see, Dave?  Did you see?”

“Aye, I saw,” said the hunter, “and the enemy is here!”

He whirled about, threw up his arms and shouted to the column to stop.  At the same moment, a terrible cry, the long fierce war whoop of the savages, burst from the forest, filled the air and came back in ferocious echoes.  Then a deadly fire of rifles and muskets was poured from both right and left upon the marching column.  Men and horses went down, and cries of pain and surprise blended with the war whoop of the savages which swelled and fell again.

Robert and his comrades had thrown themselves flat upon the ground at the first fire, and escaped the bullets.  Now they rose to their knees, and began to send their own bullets at the flitting forms among the trees and bushes.  Robert caught glimpses of the savages, naked to the waist, coated thickly with war paint, their fierce eyes gleaming, and now and then he saw a man in French uniform passing among them and encouraging them.  He saw one gigantic figure which he knew to be that of Tandakora, and he raised his reloaded rifle to fire at him, but the Ojibway was gone.

Surprised in the ominous forest, the British and the Virginians nevertheless showed a courage worthy of all praise.  Gage formed his regulars on the trail, and they sent volley after volley into the dense shades on either side, the big muskets thundering together like cannon.  Leaves and twigs and little boughs fell in showers before their bullets, but whether they struck any of the foe they did not know.  The smoke soon rose in clouds and added to the dimness and obscurity of the forest.

“A great noise,” shouted Tayoga in Robert’s ear, “but it does not hurt the enemy, who sees his target and sends his bullets against it!”

The soldiers were dropping fast and the bullets of the French and the savages were coming from their coverts in a deadly rain.  Robert, Willet and Tayoga, with the wisdom of the wilderness, remained crouched at the edge of the trail, but in shelter, and did not fire until they saw an enemy upon whom to draw the trigger.  Then a deeper roar was added to the thundering of the big muskets, as Braddock brought up the cannon, and they began to sweep the forest.  The English troops, eager to get at the foe, crowded forward, shouting “God save the King!” and the cheers of the Virginians joined with them.

“We’ll win!  We’ll win!” cried Robert.  “They can’t stop such brave men as ours!”