"I'd like to know how many of the enemy there are."
"No telling that, now."
With hearts that beat anxiously the men and Henry remained on guard, moving from one part of the inclosure to another. Once Henry thought he saw two warriors stealing along the frozen brook, but he was not sure.
"If they are going to do anything at all, they'll do it soon," thought the youth. "It's too cold for them to stand around and do nothing," and he slapped his hands to keep them warm.
An hour passed—a long time just then to those in the inclosure. Henry was sleepy and gaped more than once. To keep himself awake he commenced to walk briskly from one loophole to another.
"What's up, Henry?" called out his uncle.
"Trying to keep warm."
"This doesn't look like an attack," went on James Morris. "You can go in for a few minutes and get warm, if you wish."
"All right, Uncle Jim. If you want me, call."
The fire in the main living room of the post had been stirred up and Henry hurried inside, to enjoy the cheerful blaze. In one corner was the Indian who had been discovered in the bundle—Mr. Morris having brought him in to keep him from being frozen to death. He was tightly bound and glared wickedly at the youth as he entered.