crisp with the air of early autumn； blew； and the leaves rustled。 The sun； swinging upward in the east； poured down a flood of brilliant rays that lighted up everything； the buff and blue uniforms； the cannon； the rifles； the bayonets； and the forest； still heavy with foliage。
〃Now！ now！〃 thought every one of the five； 〃we begin the vengeance for Wyoming！〃
The scouts were well in front； searching everywhere among the thickets for the Indian sharpshooters； who could scorch so terribly。 As Braxton Wyatt had truly said； these scouts were the best in the world。 Nothing could escape the trained eyes of Henry Ware and his comrades； and those of Murphy； Ellerson； and the others； while off on either flank of the army heavy detachments guarded against any surprise or turning movement。 They saw no Indian sign in the woods。 There was yet a deep silence in front of them； and the sun； rising higher； poured its golden light down upon the army in such an intense； vivid flood that rifle barrels and bayonets gave back a metallic gleam。 All around them the deep woods swayed and rustled before the light breeze； and now and then they caught glimpses of the river； its surface now gold； then silver； under the shining sun。
Henry's heart swelled as he advanced。 He was not revengeful； but he had seen so much of savage atrocity in the last year that he could not keep down the desire to see punishment。 It is only those in sheltered homes who can forgive the tomahawk and the stake。 Now he was the very first of the scouts； although his comrades and a dozen others were close behind him。
The scouts went so far forward that the army was hidden from them by the forest； although they could yet hear the clank of arms and the sound of commands。
Henry knew the ground thoroughly。 He knew where the embankment ran； and he knew； too； that the Iroquois had dug pits； marked by timber。 They were not far ahead； and the scouts now proceeded very slowly； examining every tree and clump of bushes to see whether a lurking enemy was hidden there。 The silence endured longer than he had thought。 Nothing could be seen in front save the waving forest。
Henry stopped suddenly。 He caught a glimpse of a brown shoulder's edge showing from behind a tree； and at his signal all the scouts sank to the ground。
The savage fired； but the bullet； the first of the battle； whistled over their heads。 The sharp crack； sounding triply loud at such a time； came back from the forest in many echoes； and a light puff of smoke arose。 Quick as a flash； before the brown shoulder and body exposed to take aim could be withdrawn； Tom Ross fired； and the Mohawk fell； uttering his death yell。 The Iroquois in the woods took up the cry； pouring forth a war whoop； fierce； long drawn； the most terrible of human sounds； and before it died； their brethren behind the embankment repeated it in tremendous volume from hundreds of throats。 It was a shout that had often appalled the bravest； but the little band of scouts were not afraid。 When its last echo died they sent forth a fierce； defiant note of their own； and； crawling forward； began to send in their bullets。
The woods in front of them swarmed with the Indian skirmishers； who replied to the scouts； and the fire ran along a long line through the undergrowth。 Flashes of flames appeared； puffs of smoke arose and； uniting； hung over the trees。 Bullets hissed。 Twigs and bark fell； and now and then a man； as they fought from tree to tree。 Henry caught one glimpse of a face that was white； that of Braxton Wyatt； and he sought a shot at the renegade leader； but he could not get it。 But the scouts pushed on； and the Indian and Tory skirmishers dropped back。 Then on the flanks they began to hear the rattle of rifle fire。 The wings of the army were in action； but the main body still advanced without firing a shot。
The scouts could now see through the trees the embankments and rifle pits； and they could also see the last of the Iroquois and Tory skirmishers leaping over the earthworks and taking refuge with their army。 Then they turned back and saw the long line of their own army steadily advancing； while the sounds of heavy firing still continued on both flanks。 Henry looked proudly at the unbroken array； the front of steel； and the cannon。 He felt prouder still when the general turned to him and said：
〃You have done well； Mr。 Ware； you have shown us exactly where the enemy lies； and that will save us many men。 Now bigger voices than those of the rifles shall talk。〃
The army stopped。 The Indian position could be plainly seen。 The crest of the earthwork was lined with fierce； dark faces； and here and there among the brown Iroquois were the green uniforms of the Royalists。
Henry saw both Thayendanegea and Timmendiquas； the plumes in their hair waving aloft； and he felt sure that wherever they stood the battle would be thickest。
The Americans were now pushing forward their cannon； six three…pounders and two howitzers； the howitzers； firing five…and…a…half…inch shells； new and terrifying missiles to the Indians。 The guns were wheeled into position； and the first howitzer was fired。 It sent its great shell in a curving line at and over the embankment； where it burst with a crash； followed by a shout of mingled pain and awe。 Then the second howitzer； aimed well like the first； sent a shell almost to the same point； and a like cry came back。
Shif'less Sol； watching the shots； jumped up and down in delight。
〃That's the medicine！〃 he cried。 〃I wonder how you like that； you Butlers an' Johnsons an' Wyatts an' Mohawks an' all the rest o' your scalp…taking crew！ Ah； thar goes another！ This ain't any Wyomin'！〃
The three…pounders also opened fire； and sent their balls squarely into the rifle pits and the Indian camp。 The Iroquois replied with a shower of rifle bullets and a defiant war whoop； but the bullets fell short； and the whoop hurt no one。
The artillery； eight pieces； was served with rapidity and precision； while the riflemen； except on their flanks； where they were more closely engaged； were ordered to hold their fire。 The spectacle was to Henry and his comrades panoramic in its effect。 They watched the flashes of fire from the mouths of the cannon； the flight of the great shells； and the bank of smoke which soon began to lower like a cloud over the field。 They could picture to themselves what was going on beyond the earthwork； the dead falling； the wounded limping away； earth and trees torn by shell and shot。 They even fancied that they could hear the voices of the great chiefs； Thayendanegea and Timmendiquas； encouraging their men； and striving to keep them in line against a fire not as deadly as rifle bullets at close quarters； but more terrifying。
Presently a cloud of skirmishers issued once more from the Indian camp； creeping among the trees and bushes； and seeking a chance to shoot down the men at the guns。 But sharp eyes were watching them。
〃Come； boys；〃 exclaimed Henry。 〃Here's work for us now。〃
He led the scouts and the best of the riflemen against the skirmishers； who were soon driven in again。 The artillery fire had never ceased for a moment； the shells and balls passing over their heads。 Their work done； the sharpshooters fell back again； the gunners worked faster for a while； and then at a command they ceased suddenly。 Henry； Paul； and all the others knew instinctively what was going to happen。 They felt it in every bone of them。 The silence so sudden was full of meaning。
〃Now！〃 Henry found himself exclaiming。 Even at that moment the order was given； and the whole army rushed forward； the smoke floating away for the moment and the sun flashing off the bayonets。 The five sprang up and rushed on ahead。 A sheet of flame burst from the embankment； and the rifle pits sprang into fire。 The five beard the bullets whizzing past them； and the sudden cries of the wounded behind them； but they never ceased to rush straight for the embankment。
It seemed to Henry that he ran forward through living fire。 There was one continuous flash from the earthwork； and a continuous flash replied。 The rifles were at work now； thousands of them； and they kept up an incessant crash； while above them rose the unbroken thunder of the cannon。 The volume of smoke deepened； and it was shot through with the sharp； pungent odor of burned gunpowder。
Henry fired his rifle and pistol； almost unconsciously reloaded； and fired again； as he ran； and then noticed that the advance had never ceased。 It had not been checked even for a moment； and the bayonets of one of the regiments glittered in the sun a straight line of steel。
Henry kept his gaze fixed upon a point where the earthwork was lowest。 He saw there the plumed head of Thayendanegea； and he intended to strike if he could。 He saw the Mohawk gesticulating and shouting to his men to stand fast and drive back the charge。 He believed even then； and he knew later； that Thayendanegea and Timmendiquas were showing courage superior to that of the Johnsons and Butters or any of their British and Canadian allies。 The two great chiefs still held their men in line； and the Iroquois did not cease to send a stream of bullets from the earthwork。
Henry saw the brown faces and the embankment coming closer and closer。 He saw the face of Braxton Wyatt appear a moment； and he snapped his empty pistol at it。 But it was hidden the next instant behind others； and then they were at the embankment。 He saw the glowing faces of his comrades at his side； the singular figure of Heemskerk revolving swiftly； and behind them the line of bayonets closing in with the grimness of fate。
Henry leaped upon the earthwork。 An Indian fired at him point blank； and he swung heavily with his clubbed rifle。 Then his comrades were by his side； and they leaped down into the Indian camp。 After them came the riflemen； and then the line of bayonets。 Even then the great Mohawk and the great Wyandot shouted to their men to stand fast； although the Royal Greens and the Rangers had begun to run； and the Johnsons； the Butlers； McDonald； Wyatt； and the other white men were running with them。
Henry； with the memory of Wyoming and all the other dreadful things that had come