There was a strong temptation to return the fire in a like manner, but he had the strength of mind to withhold his aim for the present, and not shoot until he had a sure target.
Yet the dim battle in the fog increased in volume.

More skirmishers from the forces of St.Luc came up, and the line of fire spread to both left and right.

A yell was heard now and then, and it was evident that the Indians in large numbers were coming into the combat.
Willet's band was reenforced also from the camp, and his line extended to meet that of the foe.

Rifles cracked incessantly, the white fog was sprinkled with pink dots, and, above the heads of the men, it was darkened by the smoke that rose from the firing.

At rare intervals a deep cheer from a borderer replied to the savage war whoop.
A man four stumps from Robert was hit in the head and died without a sound, but Willet, firing at the flash of the rifle that slew him, avenged his loss.