"What do you mean?" demanded Brainerd.
"I saw four thousand Injins just now."
"Where?"
"Right out there; I believe Colonel Butler and his villain of a son Walter, and Brandt, the Mohawk chief, and Queen Esther are at their head."
This wild assertion served to lift part of the load from the listeners, but they knew the fellow must have some grounds for his terror.
Before he could explain, Gravity Gimp had a word to say.
"Dere am Injuns all about us; de wood am full ob 'em."
"Tell us the truth, that we may know what to do," commanded Mr. Brainerd, sternly, while the affrighted females gathered around.
"I war pushing along," said the servant, "when I heerd something like de call ob birds in de woods, and I begin to smell a mouse, and I walked slower like, thinking you folks war right onto my heels. All at once I seed two Injuns stealing along—"
"Did they see you?"