A few rods lower down they hear the voice of the brave Captain Williams, their leader.
"'To the trees again, my boys!' he cries.

'We may as well die here as in Ohio!' "To the trees they go, and in a moment the advancing horde is checked, and then rolled backward.

Up the hill they turn, firing as they go, and the little band follows.

Soon the Confederates reach the spot where the Hiram boy lies wounded, and one of them says: 'Boy, give me your musket.' "'Not the gun, but its contents,' cries the boy, and the Confederate falls mortally wounded.

Another raises his weapon to brain the prostrate lad, but he too falls, killed with his comrade's own rifle.