noon
The gantlet began in the usual fashion an hour later , and throughout all that long , dismal morning it was a continual skirmish . The savages pressed closer than ever , and all the vigilance and accuracy of the riflemen were needed to drive them off . One man was killed and several were wounded , but the borderers merely shut their teeth down the harder and marched on . Toward noon they saw a flat-topped hill , with a stony surface , a little stream running down its side , and Henry uttered a cheerful shout . `` The Table Rock ! '' he said . `` Here we can hold off all the savages in the West ! ''