This terrible revelation fell like a thunderbolt upon all present in that room.
Tom Mitchell—his dress torn, his face covered by powder and blood, holding a smoking gun—summoned them.
George Clinton, without waiting a minute, darted away, followed by Charbonneau and his dogs.
Above all, he would save her he loved from the fearful peril she was in of falling into the hands of redskins.
"What is to be done?" cried Joshua.
"Never despair," said the outlaw. "Your sons and servants are fighting like lions. We must join them."
"Come along," cried Samuel.
"Oh! Oh!" said Joshua, brandishing his rifle, "The rascally redskins shall pay for this."
"Come, in the name of God!" cried the outlaw; "I have with me a party ready for any amount of redskins."
At these words everybody mounted, and dashed through the darkness like a legion of phantoms.