The chosen ten slipped back down the hill, and as soon as they were sheltered from any possible glimpse by the warriors, they rose and ran rapidly westward.

Before they had gone far they heard the crack of a rifle shot, then another, then several from another point, as if in reply.
"It's our sharpshooters," said Henry.

"They've begun to disturb the Iroquois, and they'll keep them busy." "Until we break in on their sport and keep them still busier," exclaimed Heemskerk, revolving swiftly through the bushes, his face blazing red.
It did not take long for such as they to go the mile or so that they intended, and then they crossed the creek, wading in the water breast high, but careful to keep their ammunition dry.

Then they turned and rapidly descended the stream on its northern bank.

In a few minutes they heard the sound of a rifle shot, and then of another as if replying.
"The Iroquois have been fooled," exclaimed Heemskerk.