"Yes, and more coming in every hour."
"And I have only eighty men," replied Duffield, bitterly. "If they attack before I can get help, there is no hope for us."
"Colonel Shaffer is a few miles to the west with about five hundred men," replied Harry. "If they do not attack tonight, as I do not reckon they will from what Porter said, he may be here in time to help. I have sent him word."
"Sent him word? By whom?" asked Outfield, eagerly.
"By my dog," and Harry explained.
As Duffield listened, his countenance fell. "I see no hope from that," he said. "It is preposterous to think that a dog will carry a message for miles, and hunt up a man."
"If you knew Bruno, you would think differently," replied Harry, smiling.
"I can put no dependence on any such thing," said Duffield. "My only hope is getting word to Colonel Guitar, at Jefferson City. If I get any help, it must come from him. God grant that Porter may not attack tonight."
"I think there is little danger tonight, but they may be down in the morning," said Harry. "Do you think Guitar can reinforce you by morning?"
"He must; he must. I will send a message to him by courier mounted on one of my fleetest horses."