back a rescue party wanted to carry off both officers,
to save them from the scalping-knife. But Ochterloney
said he would never leave the field after such a defeat;
and Peyton said he would never leave his captain. Presently
a Canadian regular came up with two Indians, grabbed
Ochterloney's watch, sword and money, and left the Indians
to finish him. One of these savages clubbed him with a
musket, while the other shot him in the chest and dashed
in with a scalping-knife. In the meantime, Peyton crawled
on his hands and knees to a double-barrelled musket and
shot one Indian dead, but missed the other. This savage
now left Ochterloney, picked up a bayonet and rushed at
Peyton, who drew his dagger. A terrible life-and-death
fight followed; but Peyton at last got a good point well
driven home, straight through the Indian's heart. A whole
scalping party now appeared. Ochterloney was apparently
dead, and Peyton was too exhausted to fight any more.
But, at this very moment, another British party came back
for the rest of the wounded and carried Peyton off to
the boats.

Then the Indians came back to scalp Ochterloney. By this
time, however, some French regulars had come down, and
one of them, finding Ochterloney still alive, drove off
the Indians at the point of the bayonet, secured help,
and carried him up the hill. Montcalm had him carefully
taken into the General Hospital, where he was tenderly
nursed by the nuns. Two days after he had been rescued,
a French officer came out for his clothes and other
effects. Wolfe then sent in twenty guineas for his rescuer,