“Long Knife speaks well,” said Yellow Blanket. “I, too, was a prisoner of the whites, but I made them no promises. I will fight them to the bitter end. Yellow Blanket has spoken.”
“Yellow Blanket has uncovered a heart of gold,” said Long Knife. “He is a true friend to the Indian. He shall stand beside me when we go into battle against the whites. We shall make every paleface bite the dust before this war is at an end.”
On the day following this talk, another was held, and it was decided that all of the Indians should henceforth serve under the leadership of Long Knife, and that there should be no let-up to the warfare until all of the white settlers were driven from the soil of Kentucky, and their cabins and forts razed to the ground.
CHAPTER XXIV
A NIGHT RAID BY THE INDIANS
Several weeks later Mrs. Parsons was at the spring getting a bucket of water when, without warning, an arrow came whizzing in her direction, and buried itself in the ground close by.
With a shriek the good woman let fall her bucket and rushed for the cabin, shrieking that the Indians were at hand.
“The Indians!” cried Harmony, who had her hands deep in a batch of dough she was kneading.
“Yes, the Indians!” panted the Quakeress. “They just shot an arrow at me. Get thee gone, Cora, and tell Harry and thy brother.”
Cora needed no second notice, but leaping up from her spinning frame rushed to the opposite side of the cabin, where Joe and Harry were working in the garden.
“The Indians! the Indians!” she called loudly. “Come into the house!”