While the parley was going on, John discovered the Indian who had slain his wife and child, and, recognizing their scalps hanging at the savage's girdle, he levelled his rifle at the savage and shot him dead.
The Indians gave utterance to yells of rage, and from the hill-top poured down a volley at the white men; but the bullets and arrows passed quite over their heads.

Bacon saw that the moment for a charge had arrived, and, raising himself in his stirrups, he shouted: "There are the devils who slew your friends and kindred.

It is their lives or ours.

Strike for vengeance! Charge!" Not a man faltered.

Never did husbands, fathers and brothers dash forward into battle more fearlessly.