A shot
from the loops laid the monster dead in his tracks. The girl was instantly
seized by another hand, and as the captor with his prize darted unharmed
into the dwelling, there arose in the block a common exclamation of the
name of "Miantonimoh!" Two more of the savages profited by the pause of
horror that followed, to lay hands on the wounded Whittal and to drag him
within the blazing building. At the same moment, the stranger cast the
unresisting savage back upon the weapons of his companions. The bleeding
and half-strangled Indian met the blows which had been aimed at the life
of the soldier, and as he staggered and fell, his vigorous conqueror
disappeared in the block. The door of the little citadel was instantly
closed, and the savages, who rushed headlong against the entrance, heard
the fitting of the bars which secured it against their attacks. The yell
of retreat was raised, and in the next instant the court was left to be
possession of the dead.
Chapter XV.
"Did Heaven look on,
And would not take their part?--
--: Heaven rest them now!"
Macbeth.
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