At the announcement both young pioneers dropped their garden tools and caught up their muskets, leaning against a stone wall.
“Where are they?” demanded Harry, who was the first to reach the cabin.
“I don’t know. But one shot an arrow at your mother.”
“Mother, are you hurt?” asked Harry.
“No,” was the answer. “But the arrow came close to me. See, there it is,” and she pointed it out with her hand.
“I see the Indian!” cried Harry, and pointed to the distant forest. A red man had crossed an open place on a run.
Eagerly those in the cabin watched for the reappearance of the Indian, and in the meantime all armed themselves, the boys with their rifles, Mrs. Parsons with a shotgun, and the girls with pistols. The outer doors of the cabin were closed and barred, and also the windows, leaving only the loopholes open.
“It must mean an uprising,” said Joe, who had his eye glued to a loophole on one side of the cabin, while Harry kept guard at a loophole opposite.
“This is some of Red Feather’s work,” came from Harry bitterly. “I knew it was a mistake to let him go.”
“More than likely Yellow Blanket has got Long Knife to make the attack,” answered Joe.