"Not with their horses. They can cross over to the brook, and follow that, which will lead them to their village, eight miles from here."
"Very well; I think we shall be able to capture a good portion of them as soon as the other force closes upon them."
"I will go over to the island now, though I should like to stay and see how the thing is coming out."
"Of course there can be no doubt of the result. I think we have already convinced them that it is not safe to shoot down white men."
I glanced at the ground in front of the works, where many of the savages were still writhing in the agony of their wounds. It was a sickening sight, and I turned away from it. The soldiers were standing up, and gazing at the bloody field. I walked down the road towards the place where I had left the horses.
"Hyer, boy!" shouted a voice on the other side of the river, which I at once recognized as that of Kit Cruncher, though I could not understand how he happened to be here.
"Hallo, Kit! Is that you?" I responded.
"'Tain't nobody else. Hev you nary a boat over thar?"
"I have not."
"Who's that, Phil?" asked Mr. Jackson, calling to me from the fort.