It came in half an hour, the flanking force making a savage and open rush, but the fire of the white riflemen was so swift and deadly that they were driven back again.

But they had come very near, and a Tory rushed directly at young Taylor.
The Tory, like Taylor, had come from Wyoming, and he had been one of the most ruthless on that terrible day.

When they were less than a dozen feet apart they recognized each other.

Henry saw the look that passed between them, and, although he held a loaded rifle in his hand, for some reason he did not use it.

The Tory fired a pistol at Taylor, but the bullet missed, and the Wyoming youth, leaping forth, swung his unloaded rifle and brought the stock down with all his force upon the head of his enemy.