It was characteristic of Wetzel that he picked the chief, for he could have shot either the British officer or the renegade.

They retreated out of range, leaving the body of the chief where it had fallen, while the horse, giving a frightened snort, galloped toward the woods.
Wetzel's yell coming quickly after his shot, excited the Indians to a very frenzy, and they started on a run for the Fort, discharging their rifles and screeching like so many demons.
In the cloud of smoke which at once enveloped the scene the Indians spread out and surrounded the Fort.

A tremendous rush by a large party of Indians was made for the gate of the Fort.

They attacked it fiercely with their tomahawks, and a log which they used as a battering-ram.

But the stout gate withstood their united efforts, and the galling fire from the portholes soon forced them to fall back and seek cover behind the trees and the rocks.