That was the wust Injun scrap I ever saw.

Why didn't you keep on lettin' 'em come in?
The red varmints would'a kept on comin' and Wetzel was good fer the whole tribe.

All you'd had to do was to drag the dead Injuns aside and give him elbow room." Wetzel joined them at this moment, and they hurried back to the block-house.

The firing had ceased on the bluff.

They met Sullivan at the steps of the Fort.