Amid thrill yelling and whooping, the like of which Wetzel had never before heard, Simon Girty rode into Wingenund's camp at the head of one hundred Shawnee warriors and two hundred British Rangers from Detroit.

Wetzel recoiled when he saw the red uniforms of the Britishers and their bayonets.

Including Pipe's and Wingenund's braves the total force which was going to march against the Fort exceeded six hundred.

An impotent frenzy possessed Wetzel as he watched the orderly marching of the Rangers and the proud bearing of the Indian warriors.

Miller had spoken the truth.Ft.Henry vas doomed.
"Tige, there's one of them struttin' turkey cocks as won't see the Ohio," said Wetzel to the dog.
Hurriedly slipping from round his neck the bullet-pouch that Betty had given him, he shook out a bullet and with the point of his knife he scratched deep in the soft lead the letter W.Then he cut the bullet half through.