“We’ve found out we’ve got neighbors.”
“They’re not very nigh neighbors leastways.”
“What do you mean?”
“There isn’t one in a quarter of a mile.”
Haldidge and Graham looked at the speaker in astonishment.
“I tell you, it’s so. Hallo, Haverland!” he called, stepping out from his concealment. “Come out here; there is nothing to be afraid of.”
The manner of the speaker was singular, but the others well knew that he was not one to expose either himself or others to danger, and accordingly all gathered around him.
“Are you not running great risk?” asked Haverland, still experiencing some slight misgivings at stepping upon a spot which he well knew was so dangerous a short time before.
“No, sir; I reckon you needn’t be at all skeerish, for if there was any danger of them Mohawks, I wouldn’t be standing here.”