You wouldn't take my offer, captain;--it's no matter." He fumbled in his breast, and presently drew to light the will, with which he so vainly strove the preceding night to effect his object with Roland; it was stained deeply with his blood.
"Take it, captain," he cried, "take it; I give it to you without axing tarms; I leave it to yourself, captain.

But you'll remember her, captain?
The gal, captain! the gal! I leave it to yourself--" "She shall never want friend or protector," said Roland.
"Captain," murmured the renegade, with his last breath, and grasping the soldier's hand with his last convulsive effort--"you're an honest feller; I'll--yes, captain, I'll trust you!" These were the renegade's last words; and before Bruce, who muttered, half in reproach, half in kindness, "The gal never wanted friend or protector, till she fled from me, who was as a father to her," could draw the sobbing daughter away, the wretched instrument of a still more wretched principal in villany, had followed his employer to his last account.
In the meanwhile, the struggle was over, the battle was fought and won.

The army, for such it was, being commanded in person by the hero of Kaskaskias,[14] the great protector, and almost founder of the West,--summoned in haste to avenge the slaughter at the Blue Licks,--a lamentable disaster, to which we have several times alluded, although it was foreign to our purpose to venture more than an allusion,--and conducted with unexampled speed against the Indian towns on the Miami, had struck a blow which was destined long to be remembered by the Indians, thus for the first time assailed in their own territory.
Consisting of volunteers well acquainted with the woods, all well mounted and otherwise equipped, all familiar with battle, and all burning for revenge, it had reached within but ten or twelve miles of Wenonga's town, and within still fewer of a smaller village, which it was the object of the troops first to attack, at sunset of the previous day, and encamped in the woods to allow man and horse, both well nigh exhausted, a few hours' refreshment, previous to marching upon the neighbouring village; when Nathan, flying with the scalp and arms of Wenonga in his hand, and looking more like an infuriated madman than the inoffensive man of peace he had been so long esteemed, suddenly appeared amidst the vanguard, commanded by the gallant Bruce, whom he instantly apprised of the condition of the captives at Wenonga's town, and urged to attempt their deliverance.
[Footnote 14: General George Rogers Clark.] This was done, and with an effect which has been already seen.

The impetuosity of Bruce's men, doubly inflamed by the example of the father and his eldest son, to whom the rescue of their late guests was an object of scarce inferior magnitude even compared with the vengeance for which they burned in common with all others, had in some measure defeated the hopes of the General, who sought, by a proper disposition of his forces, completely to invest the Indian village, so as to ensure the destruction or capture of every inhabitant.

As it was, however, very few escaped; many were killed, and more, including all the women and children (who, honest Dodge's misgivings to the contrary notwithstanding, were in no instance designedly injured), taken prisoners.