“The house will be burnt down!” screamed Cora, while Harmony wrung her hands in mute despair.
Mrs. Parsons was more practical, and, catching up a blanket, she saturated it in a pail of water, and then began to beat out some of the flames with this.
A few minutes of energetic work and the danger was over. But the smoke filled the cabin, and all the windows and the two doors had to be opened wide to clear the interior.
While this was being done, Harry, having slipped on some of his clothes, ran forward to where the unknown had fallen. He was followed by his father.
As they neared the spot they saw that the intruder was limping away, casting anxious glances backward as he did so.
“Come back here!” cried Harry, raising his gun once more. “Come back here, or I’ll give you another shot.”
Upon hearing this threat the unknown hesitated for an instant. Then he dove into the bushes.
But Harry and Peter Parsons were too quick for the evildoer, and in a moment more they were beside him, and each had a gun pointed at the fellow’s head.
“Yellow Blanket!” exclaimed the young pioneer. “I suspected as much.”
“Is this the redskin who tried to rob you of the buck?” questioned Mr. Parsons.