The master's heart sprang up in his throat, and the blood swelled in a new tide in his veins.

His hand fell heavily, but with joy, on the shoulder of Mr.Ware.
"Look up! Look up!" he cried, "and see who is coming!" Mr.Ware looked up and saw his son, with the wounded Paul Cotter on his shoulder, walking into camp.

Then--the borderers were a pious people--he fell upon his knees and gave thanks.

Two hours later the Shawnees in full force made a last and desperate attack upon the little white army.
They ventured into the open, as venture they must to reach the defenders, and they were met by the terrible fire that never missed.

At no time could they pass the deadly hail of bullets, and at last, leaving the ground strewed with their dead, they fell back into the forest, and then, breaking into a panic, did not cease fleeing until they had crossed the Ohio.