The hour’s nap of Boone had lasted some four hours, and the shades of evening were beginning to gather thick about the settlement when the old borderer awoke.
Boone rubbed his eyes and indulged in a prolonged yawn.
“Jerusalem! my eyes feel as if they were full of sticks,” he muttered.
Then Boone cast his eyes through the little window that lit up the cabin, to the sky.
“It’s late, too, by hookey!” he cried. “It’s time for us to be on the look-out, for the red devils will probably try to cross the Ohio some time after dark.”
Then Boone laid his hand upon Kenton’s shoulder.
The scout awoke instantly. His slumber was like the sleep of a cat.
“Time for our scout, Kenton,” Boone said.
“All right; I’m on hand, kurnel. Shall I wake Lark?” Kenton asked.
The third one of the scouts was still buried in heavy slumbers.