“No; certainly not. Keep a sharp look-out on both sides, Morgan, and warn me if you see the slightest movement, for it may be a crawling, lurking Indian.”
“We’ll keep a good look-out, sir, never fear,” said Morgan, and we resumed our watch—if watch it could be called, where we were more dependent upon our ears than upon our eyes.
Morgan was very silent and thoughtful till I spoke to him.
“What did my father mean about the red glare over at the settlement?”
“Hah!” he ejaculated, and he was again silent for a minute or two. Then in a quick whisper, “I was just thinking about that, Master George, when you spoke, and that it was the enemy we had to fear the most.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Fire, my lad, fire. I dare say that with our guns and swords we may keep them off; but that’s how they’ll get the better of us.”
“By fire?”
“Yes; they’ll get something blazing up against the house, and the moment it catches fire it’s all over with us.”
“What! Set fire to the house?”