Then Paul heard it—­the faint, distant patter, as welcome sounds as ever reached human ears.  He could not mistake it now, as he was too much used to the crackle of rifle shots to take it for anything else.  His face was transfigured, his eyes shone with vivid light.  He sprang upon the earthwork, and cried in tones that rang through all the camp: 

“Up, up, men!  Long Jim and the Wareville riflemen are coming!”

The train blazed into action.  Forth poured the hardy borderers in scores, surcharged now with courage and energy.  The firing in front of them had risen into a furious battle, and above the roar and the tumult rose the cheering of white men.

“Long Jim has surprised them, and he is half way through already!” cried Henry exultantly.  “Now, men, we’ll smite ’em on the flank!”

In a moment the whole force of the train, the Amazons included, were into the very thick of it, while Long Jim and two hundred riflemen, dealing out death on every side, were coming to meet them.  The battle was short.  Surprised, caught on both flanks, the savages gave way.  There was a tremendous firing, a medley of shouts and cries for a few minutes, and then the warriors of the allied tribes fled deep into the woods, not to stop this time until they were on the other side of the Ohio River.

Forth from the smoke and flame burst a tall, gaunt frame.

“Long Jim!” cried Henry, seizing his hand.  “It’s you that’s saved us, Jim!”

After him came a fine, ascetic face—­the Reverend Silas Pennypacker—­and he fairly threw himself upon his beloved pupil, Paul.  And then the brave men from Wareville pressed forward, and some from Marlowe, too, welcoming these new people, whom they needed so badly, and who had needed them.  But Daniel Poe said solemnly, in the presence of all: 

“It is these who saved us in the first instance!”

He indicated the valiant five—­Henry Ware, Paul Cotter, Tom Ross, Shif’less Sol Hyde, and Long Jim Hart.  And the whole camp, seeing and hearing him, burst into a roar of applause.

The next morning the train resumed its march in peace and safety.

* * * * *

It was a month later, and spring had fully come.  Once more the vast wilderness was in deep green, and little wild flowers sprang up here and there where the sun could reach them.  Two youths, unusually alert in face and figure, were loading pack horses with heavy brown sacks filled to bursting.

“This powder has kept dry and good all through the winter,” said the larger of the youths.

“Yes, Henry,” replied the other, “and we are lucky to come back here and be able to take it into Marlowe, after all.”

Henry Ware laughed.  It was a low, satisfied laugh.

“We have certainly been through many trials, Paul,” he said; “but, with Tom, Sol, and Jim, we bore our part in turning the allied tribes back from the great war trail.”