And on the other side of the camp, too, the attack was now pressed with unrelenting vigor.

The shrill call of a whistle showed that St.Luc himself was near, and Frenchmen, Canadians and Indians, at the edge of the cleared ground and in the first line of stumps, poured a storm of bullets against the breastwork and into the camp.
Many of the defenders were hit, some mortally.

The gallant Colden had his fine three cornered hat, of which he was very proud, shot away, but, bare-headed, calm and resolute, he strode about among his men, handling his forces like the veteran that he had become, strengthening the weak points, applauding the daring and encouraging the faltering.
Willet, who was crouched behind the logs, firing his rifle with deadly effect, glanced at him more than once with approval.
"Do you think we can hold 'em off, Tayoga ?" the hunter said to the Onondaga, who was by his side.
"Aye, Great Bear, we can," replied Tayoga.

"They will not be able to enter our camp here, but this is not their spearhead.

They expect to thrust through on the side of the water, where they have come swimming.