"Not without they come from another world: we've killed most of 'em."
"Hab dey killed Massa Blanchard and all de rest but you?"
"No: they haven't killed but three,—Mr. Stiefel, Wood, and David Blanchard. Come down."
Scip, now satisfied, quickly descended along the trunk of the windfall, to the great joy of Fan, who almost flung him down, jumping on him, and licking his black face.
"How did you know about that tree, Scip?" said Harry. "How'd you know 'twas hollow?"
"Massa McClure kill a bear dere last fall."
When Scip heard that more than a hundred Indians were coming to attack the fort, he felt sure they would take it, and determined to flee to this tree, taking provisions with him. When asked how he came to take that course, he replied that he recollected when the Indians killed Alexander McDonald's family, that his nephew Donald was at some distance from the house, in the woods, and, by hiding away there, saved his life; and so he thought it best to hide in the woods, for he knew the Indians would take the fort.