"Now then, give it to 'em!" shouted James Morris.
Three rifles spoke up almost as one piece, and down went three of the red warriors, and two others stumbled over them. For a second the remainder wavered, and the voice of Rain Cloud was heard, urging them forward.
"They are coming again!" cried Henry. He had been reloading his rifle. Now he grabbed up another weapon, cocked and primed for use.
"Give it to 'em!" shouted Tony Jadwin. "Sail right in!" And crack! went one of his guns and another Indian went down. Then Henry and his uncle fired. In the meantime came several shots from the vicinity of the brook. A few of the Indians discharged their guns, but the palisades kept the whites from harm.
Crack went one of his guns and another Indian went down.
Dismayed by the accuracy of the whites' aim, the Indians under Rain Cloud fell back. Those down by the brook waited for a victorious signal from the vicinity of the gates, but as it did not come, they, too, ran back into the forest, and for the time being the attack came to an end.
"They didn't gain much that trip," observed Jadwin, dryly, as he reloaded his guns, and the others did the same. "A few more like it and they'll begin to think they've struck a hornet's nest."