noon
So Blackstaffe waited , but he was without hope . He had been miserably trapped by his belief that the five had gone . They were there , always watching , deadlier sharpshooters than ever . It was noon now , and a Wyandot , the most zealous of the remaining Indians , lying flat on his stomach , crept almost to the water 's edge , where he lay among the grass and reeds . Yet he never crept back again . He stirred the grass and weeds too much , and a bullet , fired by calculation of his movements , and not by any sight of his figure , slew him where he lay . Then a great and terrible fear seized upon the Indians as well as Blackstaffe .