The Mohawks, loving a combat, would not let go by such a one as that now threatening.
Willet rose from his breakfast and surveyed the position.

There were no real buildings, only sheds, the largest covering the saw mill, and the others used for the protection of tools and of the men, when they slept, against the weather.

All the trees for a distance well beyond rifle shot had been cut away for timber, a lucky fact, as the hostile Indians could not now use them for ambush.

Stout arms were throwing the fallen trees into a long line of breastworks, and the place already began to look like a fortified point.

Willet's eyes glistened.
"Although St.Luc beat us when we were with Rogers," he said, "I think we'll hold him here.