Now, we want to tell 'em we're here without getting a bullet for our pains." "Suppose you let me hail 'em," said Robert.

"I'll stand on the little hill there--a bullet from the palisades can't reach me--and sing 'em a song or two." "Go ahead," said the hunter.
Standing at his full height, young Lennox began to shout: "Awake! Awake! Up! Up! We're friends! We're friends!" His musical voice had wonderful carrying power, and the forest, and the open space in which the fort stood, rang with the sound.

Robert became so much intoxicated with his own chanting that he did not notice its effect, until Willet called upon him to stop.
"They've heard you!" exclaimed the hunter.

"Many of them have heard you! All of them must have heard you! Look at the heads appearing above the palisade!" The side of the palisade fronting them was lined with faces, some the faces of soldiers and others the faces of civilians.

Robert uttered a joyful exclamation.
"There's Colden!" he exclaimed.