Then Tayoga threw his own weapon, but Tandakora, with a quick shift evading it, drew his knife and, rushing in, cried: "Now I have you, dog of an Onondaga!" Not in vain was Tayoga as swift as a beam of light.

Not in vain was that light figure made of wrought steel.

Leaping to one side, he drew his own knife and struck with all his might at the heart of that huge, rushing figure.

The blade went true, and so tremendous was the blow that Tandakora, falling in a heap, gave up his fierce and savage soul.
"They run! They run!" cried Robert.

"The whole French army is running!" It was true.