His forces, pre-ceded by a corps of guides, marched in profound silence, along the road leading from Whiteplains to Mamroneck, until they came to Cornell's Fork; when they took the cross road leading to New Rochelle and passing by the Quaker Meeting House. They were now in the immediate and perilous vicinity of the position taken during the previous day by the right wing of the British army. Wheeling to the left, they marched along the road that conducts from the Quaker Meeting House toward the Sound, until they arrived within half a mile of the highway from New York to Boston. The Americans now took to the fields, and advanced north-easterly against Heathcote Hill; following the guides, who acted also as pioneers and removed obstacles, while they pointed out the way. It was toward four o'clock in the morn-ing, when they approached a lane on the other side of which they knew here was a sentinel. This sentinel was a young Indian, picked up by Rogers somewhere on Long Island. Major Green of the First Virginia regiment commanded the American vanguard, and himself and his men had some difficulty, during the prevailing darkness, in detecting the exact spot where the Indian was posted. When his station was ascertained, several of the guard crept along the ground, throttled and threw him down, before he had time to fire. But though taken and secured, the Indian proved refractory. Young and active, he kicked and struggled so violently, that one of the officers found it necessary to dispatch him with a sword thrust. Success seemed now as if about to crown the daring essay, and the destruction of the old partisan's regi-ment appeared inevitable, but fortune, who so often had be-