“Be ready then, and fire the moment they begin to make a rush,” I said, excitedly. Then, turning to the boy, I whispered, “Now then; tell me once more, can you see the Indians?”
“Yes, dah,” he said, quietly.
“You are sure?”
“Yes, suah. Dey come now. Let Pomp shoot.”
“No, no; come with me,” I said, catching hold of his arm. “Let’s run to my father.”
The boy was so accustomed to obey me, that he left the place directly, and hurried with me across the enclosure in and out among the camping groups, to where our few poor belongings lay, and I at once awakened my father.
“Pomp has seen the Indians coming on,” I said.
He started up, and so dull and heavy had been his sleep that he did not understand me for the time.
“The Indians, father,” I said.
He sprang up on the instant then, and felt for his sword.