“What?”
“They are going to smoke and burn us out. Going to try us by fire as well as by bullets.”
“To the tower,” he rejoined, “we can see what they are doing from there.”
It was as I had said. Already the savages had piled up a big heap of brush within a short distance of the north wall of the palisade.
“Well,” said Carteret grimly, “I guess they mean to get at us after all.”
“It looks so,” said I.
“Have you any plan?” inquired the Captain.
“Have you?” I asked, but he made no reply.
The sight of one of our men rolling out a keg of powder, from which to distribute a supply, gave me an idea.
“How much powder have we?” I asked of Carteret.