He urged forward his horse, which reared with abject terror, and threw his master heavily.
Dardar, the faithful dog, always in attendance on Diana, had seized the warhorse by the nostrils.
He then let him go, and caught the Indian himself by the throat.
"Good dog," shouted George Clinton, as he ran up with Charbonneau, Drack, and Nadeje.
The battle was over. The few Indians who were left threw down their arms in despair.
"My daughter, oh, my daughter!" cried Joshua, who came rushing from the inside of the house.
"She is here, sir," said Clinton.
"And her abductor?" he continued.
"Is dead," he answered, pointing to the corpse, which the dog was worrying as he would have done a rat.
"My son, I thank you," said Joshua; "what do I not owe to you? Take her."