"Good God! Dead! All dead!" he exclaimed.
But a great figure quickly uprose.
"No," said Henry Ware, a fine smile passing over his boyish face. "We beat
them off, and we're just resting and waiting. Only Paul is seriously hurt,
and so far we've been afraid to move him."
Shif'less Sol, Jim Hart, and Tom Ross rose, too, and shook the raindrops
from their clothes.
"We didn't have good shelter here," said Shif'less Sol, "but I think the
rain and its coolness have helped Paul."
Adam Colfax bent over the boy and, in the dawning light, made a critical
examination.
"He will live," he said. "We'd have come to your relief long ago, had we
known you were here."
"It was Braxton Wyatt who led the last attack against us," said Henry,
"and as usual, he has had the good luck to escape. At least, we can't find
his body here, and I haven't the slightest doubt that he's living to do
more mischief and that we'll meet him again."
It was true, and a diligent search revealed no trace of Wyatt. He had
escaped, fleeing North after the battle, to rejoin his old friends, the
Shawnees and Miamis.
Paul was lifted gently, after receiving treatment from the surgeon of the
fleet, and carried to a boat, where he regained consciousness.
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