Hardy men of the wilderness did not die from a blow with the naked hand.

The water would revive him, and he would quickly come up again to fight elsewhere.
Tayoga leaned over suddenly and pulled in a dusky figure dripping with wounds, a Mohawk warrior, hurt badly and sure to have been lost without quick help.

There was no time to bind up his hurts, as the combat was growing thicker and fiercer, and they drove their boat into the middle of it, striking out with hatchet and knife whenever an enemy came within reach.
A shrill whistle presently rose over all the noise of battle, and it seemed to have a meaning in it.
"What is it, Tayoga ?" shouted Robert.
"It is the whistle of the Great Bear himself, and I have no doubt it is a signal to retire.

Reason tells me, too, that it is so.

We have captured as much of the enemy's fleet as we may at this time, and we must make off with it lest we be destroyed ourselves." The whistle still rose shrill, penetrating and insistent, and at the other end of the line Daganoweda began to shout commands to the Ganeagaono.