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e…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 cloud of white smoke issued from the leafy branches； and it was no sooner seen than Wetzel's rifle was discharged。 There was a great commotion among the leaves； the branches swayed and thrashed； and then a dark body plunged downward to strike on the rocky slope of the bluff and roll swiftly out of sight。 The hunter's unnatural yell pealed out。
〃Great God！ The man's crazy；〃 cried Sullivan； staring at Wetzel's demon…like face。
〃No； no。 It's his way；〃 answered Silas。
At that moment the huge frame of Bennet filled up the opening in the roof and started down the ladder。 In one arm he carried the limp body of a young man。 When he reached the floor he laid the body down and beckoned to Mrs。 Zane。 Those watching saw that the young man was Will Martin； and that he was still alive。 But it was evident that he had not long to live。 His face had a leaden hue and his eyes were bright and glassy。 Alice； his wife； flung herself on her knees beside him and tenderly raised the drooping head。 No words could express the agony in her face as she raised it to Mrs。 Zane。 In it was a mute appeal； an unutterable prayer for hope。 Mrs。 Zane turned sorrowfully to her task。 There was no need of her skill here。 Alfred Clarke； who had been ordered to take Martin's place on top of the block…house； paused a moment in silent sympathy。 When he saw that little hole in the bared chest； from which the blood welled up in an awful stream； he shuddered and passed on。 Betty looked up from her work and then turned away sick and faint。 Her mute lips moved as if in prayer。
Alice was left alone with her dying husband。 She tenderly supported his head on her bosom； leaned her face against his and kissed the cold； numb lips。 She murmured into his already deaf ear the old tender names。 He knew her； for he made a feeble effort to pass his arm round her neck。 A smile illumined his face。 Then death claimed him。 With wild； distended eyes and with hands pressed tightly to her temples Alice rose slowly to her feet。
〃Oh； God！ Oh； God！〃 she cried。
Her prayer was answered。 In a momentary lull in the battle was heard the deadly hiss of a bullet as it sped through one of the portholes。 It ended with a slight sickening spat as the lead struck the flesh。 Then Alice； without a cry； fell on the husband's breast。 Silas Zane found her lying dead with the body of her husband clasped closely in her arms。 He threw a blanket over them and went on his wearying round of the bastions。
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The besiegers had been greatly harassed and hampered by the continual fire from Col。 Zane's house。 It was exceedingly difficult for the Indians； and impossible for the British； to approach near enough to the Colonel's house to get an effective shot。 Col。 Zane and his men had the advantage of being on higher ground。 Also they had four rifles to a man； and they used every spare moment for reloading。 Thus they were enabled to pour a deadly fire into the ranks of the enemy； and to give the impression of being much stronger in force than they really were。
About dusk the firing ceased and the Indians repaired to the river bluff。 Shortly afterward their camp…fires were extinguished and all became dark and quiet。 Two hours passed。 Fortunately the clouds； which had at first obscured the moon； cleared away somewhat and enough light was shed on the scene to enable the watchers to discern objects near by。
Col。 Zane had just called together his men for a conference。 He suspected some cunning deviltry on part of the Indians。
〃Sam； take what stuff to eat you can lay your hands on and go up to the loft。 Keep a sharp lookout and report anything to Jonathan or me；〃 said the Colonel。
All afternoon Jonathan Zane had loaded and fired his rifles in sullen and dogged determination。 He had burst one rifle and disabled another。 The other men were fine marksmen； but it was undoubtedly Jonathan's unerring aim that made the house so unapproachable。 He used an extremely heavy； large bore rifle。 In the hands of a man strong enough to stand its fierce recoil it was a veritable cannon。 The Indians had soon learned to respect t