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〃To hell with lying George！ Go back to your hair…buying Hamilton and tell him the whole British army could not make us surrender；〃 roared Hugh Bennet。
〃If you do not give up； the Fort will be attacked and burned。 Your men will be massacred and your women given to the Indians；〃 said Girty。
〃You will never take a man； woman or child alive；〃 yelled Silas。 〃We remember Crawford； you white traitor； and we are not going to give up to be butchered。 Come on with your red…jackets and your red…devils。 We are ready。〃
〃We have captured and killed the messenger you sent out； and now all hope of succor must he abandoned。 Your doom is sealed。〃
〃What kind of a man was he？〃 shouted Sullivan。
〃A fine； active young fellow；〃 answered the outlaw。
〃That's a lie；〃 snapped Sullivan； 〃he was an old； gray haired man。〃
As the officer and the outlaw chief turned； apparently to consult their companion； a small puff of white smoke shot forth from one of the portholes of the block…house。 It was followed by the ringing report of a rifle。 The Indian chief clutched wildly at his breast； fell forward on his horse； and after vainly trying to keep his seat； slipped to the ground。 He raised himself once； then fell backward and lay still。 Full two hundred yards was not proof against Wetzel's deadly smallbore； and Red Fox； the foremost war chieftain of the Shawnees； lay dead； a victim to the hunter's vengeance。 It was characteristic of Wetzel that he picked the chief； for he could have shot either the British Oliver or the renegade。 They retreated out of range； leaving the body of the chief where it had fallen； while the horse； giving a frightened snort； galloped toward the woods。 Wetzel's yell coming quickly after his shot； excited the Indians to a very frenzy； and they started on a run for the Fort； discharging their rifles and screeching like so many demons。
In the cloud of smoke which at once enveloped the scene the Indians spread out and surrounded the Fort。 A tremendous rush by a large party of Indians was made for the gate of the Fort。 They attacked it fiercely with their tomahawks； and a log which they used as a battering…ram。 But the stout gate withstood their united efforts； and the galling fire from the portholes soon forced them to fall back and seek cover behind the trees and the rocks。 From these points of vantage they kept up an uninterrupted fire。
The soldiers had made a dash at the stockade…fence； yelling derision at the small French cannon which was mounted on top of the block…house。 They thought it a 〃dummy〃 because they had learned that in the 1777 siege the garrison had no real cannon； but had tried to utilize a wooden one。 They yelled and hooted and mocked at this piece and dared the garrison to fire it。 Sullivan； who was in charge of the cannon； bided his time。 When the soldiers were massed closely together and making another rush for the stockade…fence Sullivan turned loose the little 〃bulldog；〃 spreading consternation and destruction in the British ranks。
〃Stand back！ Stand back！〃 Capt。 Pratt was heard to yell。 〃By God！ there's no wood about that gun。〃
After this the besiegers withdrew for a breathing spell。 At this early stage of the siege the Indians were seen to board Sullivan's pirogue； and it was soon discovered they were carrying the cannon balls from the boat to the top of the bluff。 In their simple minds they had conceived a happy thought。 They procured a white…oak log probably a foot in diameter； split it through the middle and hollowed out the inside with their tomahawks。 Then with iron chains and bars； which they took from Reihart's blacksmith shop； they bound and securely fastened the sides together。 They dragged the improvised cannon nearer to the Fort； placed it on two logs and weighted it down with stones。 A heavy charge of powder and ball was then rammed into the wooden gun。 The soldiers； though much interested in the manoeuvre； moved back to a safe distance； while many of the Indians crowded round the new weapon。 The torch was applied； there was a red flash…boom！ The hillside was shaken by the tremendous explosion； and when the smoke lifted from the scene the naked forms of the Indians could be seen writhing in agony on the ground。 Not a vestige of the wooden gun remained。 The iron chains had proved terrible death…dealing missiles to the Indians near the gun。 The Indians now took to their natural methods of warfare。 They hid in the long grass； in the deserted cabins； behind the trees and up in the branches。 Not an Indian was visible； but the rain of bullets pattered steadily against the block…house。 Every bush and every tree spouted little puffs of white smoke； and the leaden messengers of Death whistled through the air。
After another unsuccessful effort to destroy a section of the stockade…fence the soldiers had retired。 Their red jackets made them a conspicuous mark for the sharp…eyed settlers。 Capt。 Pratt had been shot through the thigh。 He suffered great pain； and was deeply chagrined by the surprising and formidable defense of the garrison which he had been led to believe would fall an easy prey to the King's soldiers。 He had lost one…third of his men。 Those who were left refused to run straight in the face of certain death。 They had not been drilled to fight an unseen enemy。 Capt。 Pratt was compelled to order a retreat to the river bluff； where he conferred with Girty。
Inside the block…house was great activity； but no confusion。 That little band of fighters might have been drilled for a king's bodyguard。 Kneeling before each porthole on the river side of the Fort was a man who would fight while there was breath left in him。 He did not discharge his weapon aimlessly as the Indians did； but waited until he saw the outline of an Indian form； or a red coat； or a puff of white smoke； then he would thrust the rifle…barrel forward； take a quick aim and fire。 By the side of every man stood a heroic woman whose face was blanched； but who spoke never a word as she put the muzzle of the hot rifle into a bucket of water； cooled the barrel； wiped it dry and passed it back to the man beside her。
Silas Zane had been wounded at the first fire。 A glancing ball had struck him on the head； inflicting a painful scalp wound。 It was now being dressed by Col。 Zane's wife； whose skilled fingers were already tired with the washing and the bandaging of the injuries received by the defenders。 In all that horrible din of battle； the shrill yells of the savages； the hoarse shouts of the settlers； the boom of the cannon overhead； the cracking of rifles and the whistling of bullets； in all that din of appalling noise； and amid the stifling smoke； the smell of burned powder； the sickening sight of the desperately wounded and the already dead； the Colonel's brave wife had never faltered。 She was here and there； binding the wounds； helping Lydia and Betty mould bullets； encouraging the men； and by her example； enabling those women to whom border war was new to bear up under the awful strain。
Sullivan； who had been on top of the block…house； came down the ladder almost without touching it。 Blood was running down his bare arm and dripping from the ends of his fingers。
〃Zane； Martin has been shot；〃 he said hoarsely。 〃The same Indian who shot away these fingers did it。 The bullets seem to come from some elevation。 Send some scout up there and find out where that damned Indian is hiding。〃
〃Martin shot？ God； his poor wife！ Is he dead？〃 said Silas。
〃Not yet。 Bennet is bringing him down。 Here； I want this hand tied up； so that my gun won't be so slippery。〃
Wetzel was seen stalking from one porthole to another。 His fearful yell sounded above all the others。 He seemed to bear a charmed life； for not a bullet had so much as scratched him。 Silas communicated to him what Sullivan had said。 The hunter mounted the ladder and went up on the roof。 Soon he reappeared； descended into the room and ran into the west end of the block…house。 He kneeled before a porthole through which he pushed the long black barrel of his rifle。 Silas and Sullivan followed him and looked in the direction indicated by his weapon。 It pointed toward the bushy top of a tall poplar tree which stood on the hill west of the Fort。 Presently a little
