Robert from the crest of a hill saw the stream, narrow and deep, though not too deep for fording as he was to learn later, fringed on either side with a dense growth of low bushes, from the shelter of which warriors were sending their bullets toward the white force.  The men were eager to go against them at once, but the scouts were sent forward through the undergrowth to open up a flanking fire, and then the main column marched on at a steady pace.

The crash of the rifles grew fast.  The warriors on the near side of the creek leaped from the bushes as Strong’s men drew near, waded the stream and disappeared in the forest on the other bank, giving forth howls of disappointment as they fled.  The soldiers, uttering a shout of triumph, undertook to rush forward in pursuit, but Strong restrained them.

“It’s the ambush against which the Onondaga warned us,” he said to his lieutenants, “and we won’t run into it.  Bring forward the cannon.”

The two brass guns, fine twelve pounders, were moved up within close range of the creek, and they swept the forest on the other side with balls and grape shot.  It was probably the first time cannon were ever heard in those woods, and the reports came back in many echoes.  Boughs and twigs rained down.

“It is a great sound,” said Tayoga admiringly, “and the warriors who are trying to plant an ambush will not like it.”

“But you’ll remember Braddock’s fate,” said Robert.  “The cannon didn’t do much then.”

“But this is different, Dagaeoga.  Open Eyes has his eyes open.  He is merely using the cannon as a cover for his advance.  They will be backed up by the rifles.  You will see.”

The soldiers approached the creek cautiously, and, when the first ranks were in the water, the cannon raked the woods ahead to right and left, and to left and right.  The best of the riflemen were also pushed forward, and, when the warriors opened fire, they were quickly driven away.  Then the whole force, carrying the cannon with them, crossed, and stood in triumph on the other side.

“Did I not tell you that Open Eyes knew what he was doing?” said Tayoga.

“It seems that he does,” Robert replied, “but we haven’t yet arrived at Colden’s station.  An attack in force is sure to come.”

“Dagaeoga speaks truth.  I think it will occur a mile or two farther on.  They will make it before Captain Colden’s men can learn that we are on the march.”

“Then they won’t wait long.  Anywhere will do, as the forest is dense everywhere.”

Since they had carried the ford with but little loss, the cannon that had blazed the way ceased to fire, but the gunners regarded them proudly and Robert did not withhold admiration.  They were pioneers, fine brass creatures, and when handled right they were a wonderful help in the forest.  He did not blame the gunners for patting the barrels, for scraping the mud of the creek’s crossing from the wheels, and for speaking to them affectionately.  Massive and polished they gleamed in the sun and inspired confidence.