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appeared on his temple； from which the blood had oozed down over his cheek。 An unearthly light gleamed from his eyes。 In that moment Wetzel was an appalling sight。
〃Col。 Zane； I'd been here days before； but I run into some Shawnees； and they gave me a hard chase。 I have to report that Girty； with four hundred Injuns and two hundred Britishers； are on the way to Ft。 Henry。〃
〃My God！〃 exclaimed Col。 Zane。 Strong man as he was the hunter's words had unnerved him。
The loud and clear tone of the church…bell rang out on the still night air。 Only once it sounded； but it reverberated among the hills； and its single deep…toned ring was like a knell。 The listeners almost expected to hear it followed by the fearful war…cry； that cry which betokened for many desolation and deaths。
CHAPTER XIII。
Morning found the settlers； with the exception of Col。 Zane； his brother Jonathan； the negro Sam； and Martin Wetzel； all within the Fort。 Col。 Zane had determined； long before； that in the event of another siege； he would use his house as an outpost。 Twice it had been destroyed by fire at the hands of the Indians。 Therefore； surrounding himself by these men； who were all expert marksmen； Col。 Zane resolved to protect his property and at the same time render valuable aid to the Fort。
Early that morning a pirogue loaded with cannon balls； from Ft。 Pitt and bound for Louisville； had arrived and Captain Sullivan； with his crew of three men； had demanded admittance。 In the absence of Capt。 Boggs and Major McColloch； both of whom had been dispatched for reinforcements； Col。 Zane had placed his brother Silas in command of the Fort。 Sullivan informed Silas that he and his men had been fired on by Indians and that they sought the protection of the Fort。 The services of himself and men； which he volunteered； were gratefully accepted。
All told； the little force in the block…house did not exceed forty…two； and that counting the boys and the women who could handle rifles。 The few preparations had been completed and now the settlers were awaiting the appearance of the enemy。 Few words were spoken。 The children were secured where they would be out of the way of flying bullets。 They were huddled together silent and frightened； pale…faced but resolute women passed up and down the length of the block…house； some carried buckets of water and baskets of food； others were tearing bandages； grim…faced men peered from the portholes； all were listening for the war…cry。 They had not long to wait。 Before noon the well…known whoop came from the wooded shore of the river； and it was soon by the appearance of hundreds of Indians。 The river； which was low； at once became a scene of great animation。 From a placid； smoothly flowing stream it was turned into a muddy； splashing； turbulent torrent。 The mounted warriors urged their steeds down the bank and into the water； the unmounted improvised rafts and placed their weapons and ammunition upon them； then they swam and pushed； kicked and yelled their way across； other Indians swam； holding the bridles of the pack…horses。 A detachment of British soldiers followed the Indians。 In an hour the entire army appeared on the river bluff not three hundred yards from the Fort。 They were in no hurry to begin the attack。 Especially did the Indians seem to enjoy the lull before the storm； and as they stalked to and fro in plain sight of the garrison； or stood in groups watching the Fort； they were seen in all their hideous war…paint and formidable battle…array。 They were exultant。 Their plumes and eagle feathers waved proudly in the morning breeze。 Now and then the long； peculiarly broken yell of the Shawnees rang out clear and strong。 The soldiers were drawn off to one side and well out of range of the settlers' guns。 Their red coats and flashing bayonets were new to most of the little band of men in the block…house。
〃Ho； the Fort！〃
It was a strong； authoritative voice and came from a man mounted on a black horse。
〃Well； Girty； what is it？〃 shouted Silas Zane。
〃We demand unconditional surrender；〃 was the answer。
〃You will never get it；〃 replied Silas。
〃Take more time to think it over。 You see we have a force here large enough to take the Fort in an hour。〃
〃That remains to be seen；〃 shouted some one through porthole。
An hour passed。 The soldiers and the Indians lounged around on the grass and walked to and fro on the bluff。 At intervals a taunting Indian yell； horrible in its suggestiveness came floating on the air。 When the hour was up three mounted men rode out in advance of the waiting Indians。 One was clad in buckskin； another in the uniform of a British officer； and the third was an Indian chief whose powerful form was naked except for his buckskin belt and legging。
〃Will you surrender？〃 came in the harsh and arrogant voice of the renegade。
〃Never！ Go back to your squaws！〃 yelled Sullivan。
〃I am Capt。 Pratt of the Queen's Rangers。 If you surrender I will give you the best protection King George affords；〃 shouted the officer。
〃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
