“Grey and his men marched stealthily on them in the night, passing through the woods and up a narrow defile.  It was about one o’clock in the morning that they gained Wayne’s left.  Grey was a most cruel wretch, called the no-flint general because of his orders to his soldiers to take the flints from their guns; his object being to compel them to use the bayonet; his orders were to rush upon the patriots with the bayonet and give no quarter.  In that way, in the darkness and silence, they killed several of the pickets near the highway.

“The patrolling officer missed these men, his suspicions were aroused, and he hastened with his news to Wayne’s tent.  Wayne at once paraded his men, but unfortunately in the light of his fires, which enabled the enemy to see and shoot them down.  Grey and his men came on in silence, but with the fierceness of tigers; they leaped from the thick darkness upon the Americans, who did not know from which quarter to expect them.  The Americans fired several volleys, but so sudden and violent was the attack that their column was at once broken into fragments, and they fled in confusion.  One hundred and fifty Americans were killed and wounded in this assault.  It is said that some of the wounded were cruelly butchered after surrendering and asking for quarter.  But for Wayne’s coolness and skill his whole command would have been killed or taken prisoners.  He quickly rallied a few companies, ordered Colonel Humpton to wheel the line, and with the cavalry and a part of the infantry successfully covered a retreat.”

“Then did all who had not already been killed get away from the British, papa?” asked Elsie.

“Not quite all; they captured between seventy and eighty men, taking, besides, a good many small arms, two pieces of cannon, and eight wagon-loads of baggage and stores.”

“Weren’t some of the British killed?” she asked.

“Only one captain and three privates; and four men were wounded.”

The story was finished, and having seen all there was to see in connection with it, our travellers went on their way and pursued their journey, not feeling at all hurried, seeing all they wanted to see, and stopping to rest whenever they felt the need of it.  Elsie enjoyed it all thoroughly.  There was no abatement of the tender, watchful care her father had bestowed upon her in their former journey, and added to that was the pleasant companionship of Miss Rose and her brother.

Mr. Edward was very kind and attentive to both his sister and Elsie, always thinking of something to please them or add to their comfort; and both he and Rose treated the little girl as though she were a dear, younger sister.

Elsie was seldom absent from her father’s side for many minutes, yet sometimes in their walks she found herself left to Mr. Edward’s care, while Rose had Mr. Dinsmore’s arm.  But that did not trouble the little girl; for loving them both so dearly, she was very anxious that they should like each other; and then she could leave Mr. Edward and run to her papa whenever she pleased, sure of being always received with the same loving smile, and not at all as though they felt that she was in the way.