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For the first time since he had known him, MacKim saw Kennedy panic. The lieutenant looked around him wildly before pointing to his right. “Head for the shore!” he shouted, as the two Indian flotillas extended, blocking the Rangers from advancing or retreating.
“We can fight our way through!” MacKim roared.
“The shore!” Kennedy repeated, gesturing with his dripping paddle. “Head for the shore!”
As Kennedy’s canoe veered violently towards land, MacKim followed as the two Indian fleets merged with loud cries.
“They’re ignoring us!” Dickert replaced his rifle without firing a shot. “They’re fighting each other.”
Rather than combine to capture the Rangers, the two fleets were firing at one another. The crackle of musketry broke the peace of the lake, and warriors shouted hoarse challe
