This effectually fortified and barricaded the weak place in the stockade fence.

The settlers in the bastions were now pouring such a hot fire into the ranks of the savage that they were compelled to retreat out of range.
While Wetzel washed the blood from his arms and his shoulders Silas and Alfred hurried back to where Bennet had fallen.

They expected to find him dead, and were overjoyed to see the big settler calmly sitting by the brook binding up a wound in his shoulder.
"It's nothin' much.

Jest a scratch, but it tumbled me over," he said.

"I was comin' to help you.