Bullets again cut twigs and leaves over Robert's head, but all of them went too high.
"Do you think Black Rifle hit his mark ?" whispered Robert to Tayoga.
"It is likely," replied the Onondaga, "but we may never know.

I think it would be well, Dagaeoga, for you and me to go toward the left.

They may try to creep around our flank, and we must meet them there." Willet and Colden approved of the plan, and a half dozen of the best soldiers went with them, the movement proving to be wise, as within five minutes a scattering fire was opened upon that point.

The soldiers fired two rash shots, merely aiming at the reports and the general blackness, but Robert and Tayoga quickly reduced them to control, insisting that they wait until they saw a foe, before pulling trigger again.

Then they sank back among the bushes and remained quite still.
Tayoga suddenly drew a deep and very long breath, which with him was equivalent to an exclamation.
"What is it, Tayoga ?" asked Robert.
"I saw a bit of a uniform, and I caught just a glimpse of a white face." "An officer.