“I’ve come to give you warning, Bruton,” he said.
“I tried to send you warning last night,” replied my father.
“What! You know?”
“Do you not see how we are barricaded?”
“Oh, I thought it was because you were just getting up. The Indians came by here then?”
“Yes,” said my father; and he briefly told of our adventure, and the watch we had kept.
“Well,” said the colonel, sharply, and as I thought in rather a dictatorial way; “it all goes to prove that it was a mistake for you to isolate yourself here. You must move close up to us, so that in a case of emergency we can all act together.”
“It would be better,” said my father, quietly.
“Then you will come?”
“No; I selected this place for its beauty, as you chose yours. I should not like to give it up.”