The camp they selected was but a couple of miles from the British fort.

They were dressed and painted like Indians, and spoke the Indian tongues; so, riding boldly forward, they came right among the warriors who stood grouped around the camp fires.

They were at arm's-length before their disguise was discovered.

Immediately each of them, choosing his man, fired into an Indian, and then they fled, pursued by a hail of bullets.

May's horse slipped and fell in the bed of a stream, and he was captured.