From each log cabin the rifles cracked and flashed; and though the Indians were actually in the yard they had no cover, and the sudden and unexpected resistance caused them to hurry out much faster than they had come in.

Robertson shot one of their number, and they in return killed a white man who sprang out-of-doors at the first alarm.

When they were driven out the gate was closed after them; but they fired through the loopholes; especially into one of the block-houses, where the chinks had not been filled with mud, as in the others.

They thus killed a negro, and wounded one or two other men; yet they were soon driven off.
Robertson's return had been at a most opportune moment.

As so often before and afterwards, he had saved the settlement from destruction.
Other bands of Indians joined the war party, and they continued to hover about the stations, daily inflicting loss and damage on the settlers.
They burned down the cabins and fences, drove off the stock and killed the hunters, the women and children who ventured outside the walls, and the men who had gone back to their deserted stockades.