In his thirst for vengeance he had forgotten that he was defending the Fort with its women and its children; he was fighting because he loved to kill.
Silas Zane heard the increasing clamor outside and knew that hundreds of Indians were being drawn to the spot.

Something must be done at once.

He looked around and his eyes fell on a pile of white-oak logs that had been hauled inside the Fort.

They had been placed there by Col.

Zane, with wise forethought.