[Rushes on.
(Another Soldier bursts from the woods.)
4th Sol. God! They are butchering them above there, do not stand here!
[Rushes down the hill.
2nd Sol. Resistance is vain. Hear those shrieks! There is death in them. Resistance is vain.
1st Sol. Flight is vain. Look yonder! Francis,— the dark hour hath come!
2nd Sol. Is it so? Mother and sister I shall see no more.
(A number of Indians, disfigured with paint and blood, and brandishing their knives, come rushing down the road, uttering short, fierce yells. Others from below, bringing back the fugitives.)
1st Sol. We shall die together. God of Truth and Freedom, unto thee our youthful spirits trust we.
(The Indians surround them. Fighting to the last, they fall.)