Death there would be sweet compared to what it would be at the hands of the redmen.
At sunrise Silas Zane, bare-chested, his face dark and fierce, strode into the bastion which was connected with the blockhouse.

It was a small shedlike room, and with portholes opening to the river and the forest.

This bastion had seen the severest fighting.

Five men had been killed here.

As Silas entered four haggard and powder-begrimed men, who were kneeling before the portholes, looked up at him.