"Your treatment if you surrender shall be that of--"
"Colonel William Crawford!" old Captain Sullivan interrupted. "We know you, Girty. We know you for a dirty dog, too cowardly to be honest, and so filthy a beast that you feel yourself fit to live only among savages. You"re such a liar that you couldn"t keep your promises if you wanted to. You don"t know how to tell the truth. If you think to get us, you"ll have to do better fighting than you and your sneaking Injuns have ever done yet. We only hope you"ll hang around till our messenger fetches in the reinforcements."
"Yes; and we"ve got your messenger safe, my crowing buck," Girty yelled. "He"ll bring you no help."
"Really got him, have you? We want to know! What kind of a man is he--how did he look?"
"A fine, smart, active young fellow."
"That"s another of your lies," laughed Captain Sullivan. "He was an old, gray-headed weazel and far too smart for _you_!"
Haw-haw-haw!
"Laugh while you can," Girty retorted. "We see your wooden cannon-piece mounted on that roof. When you hear our own pieces battering down your walls you"ll laugh in a different key. This is the last summons. Refuse, and every soul of you will fall to bullet and hatchet."
"Better to die that way, fighting, than to surrender and be butchered like dogs, the Colonel Crawford way," Silas Zane answered.
The attack was launched furiously. In a howling mob the Indians charged gates and loop-holes. They despised the threat of the little French cannon-piece upon the roof of the headquarters cabin. It looked to be the same "dummy" of seven years ago: a wooden cannon.
Captain Sullivan had climbed up. He stood with a fire-brand over the touch-hole, waiting.
The Indians jeered and gestured.
"Boom! Boom!" they challenged. "Make noise!"
They were ma.s.sed, capering and mocking. Captain Sullivan lowered the fire-brand. The little "bull-dog" belched smoke.
"Boom!" A hail of grape-shot tore through the painted ranks, leaving a b.l.o.o.d.y path. Captain Pratt rushed in, waving his sword.
"Stand back! Stand back, you fools!" he bawled. "By Jupiter, there"s no wood about _that_!"
And there wasn"t. It was the genuine article.
The Indians had wildly scampered for safety. Simon Girty and the other chiefs white and red rallied them and divided them into parties, with due care for the cannon-piece. From every exposed side they volleyed at the fort and the Zane cabin. They charged and fell back and charged again. In fort and cabin the rifles, deftly loaded by the fast-working women and girls, waxed hot.
With darkness the general firing died down. Under the cloak of night an Indian crept to the kitchen end of the cabin, to start a blaze. The cabin had proved a great hindrance to the attack on the fort.
He rose to his knees, to wave his torch for an instant and rekindle it--
"Crack!" This kitchen, added to the cabin, was the fort of Negro Sam and Negress Kate. Sam had eyes and ears that equaled any Indian"s, by day or night either.
"Hi yah! How you like that, you Injun man!"
The fire-bug managed to crawl away, but he left his torch and the kitchen too.
Morning dawned. The Indians seemed busy at something. They had ransacked the dug-out and were carrying the cannon-b.a.l.l.s in sh.o.r.e, to the hill slope before the fort. Had their cannon come? Yes! No! But look! There it was--they were propping it up, to load it and aim it.
A long, dangerous piece, too.
What did it have around it? Chains, by thunder! And hoop-iron! A log, split and hollowed out, and bound together with stuff from Reichart"s blacksmith shop! Haw-haw!
Watch, everybody! Could the blamed thing possibly stand fire? Hope not. They were ramming into it powder by the horn full. A ball from their pile followed. They rammed that also, and wadded it. One of them hastened with a smoking stick. They pretended to take good aim.
They yelled and shook their guns and hatchets, as they stood aside to make way for the ball from the muzzle.
Now!
"Flash-whang!"
A great cloud of smoke veiled the spot. No ball issued; only shrieks and shouts, and from the edges figures dived into the open and thence into the brush. The smoke cleared. The wooden cannon had disappeared, but the spot was covered with dead and wounded Indians.
"Help yourselves to more cannon-b.a.l.l.s," jeered Captain Sullivan. "We wish you a dozen such guns."
Reinforcements had set out from Shepherd"s Fort, six miles distant.
When they drew near, they saw that they had no hope of entering the fort, so thick and angry were the attackers. They voted to return and get recruits; then try again. But that was not to the mind of the lad Francis Duke--Colonel Shepherd"s son-in-law, aged not much over twenty, and rashly brave.
"I"ve come too far to turn my back on a place that needs help as badly as this does. I"m going in, or die for it."
They could not stop him. He spurred at a mad run, straight as an arrow, hoping to take the enemy by surprise.
"Open the gate! Open the gate!" he shouted, as he neared.
He was seen, and heard. The gate swung for him. Would he make it? He waved his hat and flourished his rifle--hurrah! He was almost there; a few strides more--but to a burst of smoke from the outlying cabins and copse he fell headlong, dead. His horse galloped riderless.
The cannon accident had infuriated the Indians to the last degree.
They were especially bent upon taking the Zane cabin, which held them off. Within the cabin matters were tightening up. The powder was getting low. The drain upon it had been constant.
"We must have powder, boys," spoke Colonel Zane. "The fort will supply us. Who"ll go and fetch it on the run?"
There were looks. Betty Zane heard and stepped forward.
"I"ll go, brother Eb. You can"t spare a man."
"No, you sha"n"t, Betty. It"s man"s work. Besides, you"re not fast enough on your feet, child."
Her black eyes flashed. She was a splendid girl, high-spirited and active; had been raised on the frontier and was a pet of her brothers.
"I _shall_ go. I can run like a deer, you"ve often said, and I can"t be of any better use. If I get hurt, that"ll make no difference; but if you lose a man, you lose a rifle. Tell me what to do."
"Betty!" He really didn"t know what to have her do. Everybody pleaded and objected. She stamped her foot.
"I _shall_ go. We"re wasting time. But first I"ll have to take off some of these clothes." So she dropped her skirt and stood in her short petticoat. "There!" And she fastened her hair tighter in a coil.
Her friend Molly Scott sprang forward.
"Betty! Let me go instead! I"m not afraid. Please!"
"No. You can go next time, Molly. I"m the older."
Accounts state that Molly Scott did make such a trip, either first or last. Lydia, the daughter of Captain Boggs, was in the fort, and says that she helped pour the powder into Molly Scott"s ap.r.o.n. Whether Molly and Betty both served in this siege, or served separately in two sieges, is still a question. At any rate, the deed was done, and well done.