Here and there a torch light flickered on the surface of the stream, showing the pale faces of the women and children, too frightened to cry.

They had fled in haste, bringing with them only the clothes they wore and maybe a blanket or two.

The borderers knew too well what Indian war was, with all its accompaniments of fire and the stake.
Henry and his comrades helped nearly all that night.

They secured a large boat and crossed the river again and again, guarding the fugitives with their rifles, and bringing comfort to many a timid heart.

Indian bands had penetrated far into the Wyoming Valley, but they felt sure that none were yet in the neighborhood of Forty Fort.
It was about three o'clock in the morning when the last of the fugitives who had yet come was inside Forty Fort, and the labors of the five, had they so chosen, were over for the time.