Then the youth raised the wild and thrilling cry, which he had learned from the savages themselves, and sped back toward the white force.
The death cry of the Shawnee and the hostile war whoop rang together filling the forest and telling that the end of stealth and cunning, and the beginning of open battle were at hand.
Henry Ware was hidden in an instant by the green foliage from the sight of the Shawnees.

Keen as were their eyes, trained as they were to noticing everything that moved in the forest, he had vanished from them like a ghost.

But they knew that the enemy whom they had sought to draw into their snare had slipped his head out of it before the snare could be sprung.

Their long piercing yell rose again and then died away in a frightful quaver.

As the last terrible note sank the whole savage army rushed forward to destroy its foe.
As Henry Ware ran swiftly back to his friends he met both Ross and Sol, drawn by the shot and the shouts.
"It was you who fired ?" asked Ross.
"Yes," replied Henry, "they meant to lay an ambush, but they will not have time for it now." The three stood for a few moments under the boughs of a tree, three types of the daring men who guided and protected the van of the white movement into the wilderness.