Nor did he expect to meet with Boone, (renowned among all the tribes for his wisdom and prowess,) much less to be anticipated on the very threshold of the enterprise. His rage grew intense on finding himself outwitted and defied. He drew forth his tomahawk, and though not venturing to throw it, (for he perceived Glenn and Sneak behind, with their guns in readiness to fire,) he shook it threateningly at Boone as he closed the gate, and then strode away sulkily in the direction of the bushes, where some of his followers had been seen partially concealed.
When the gate was secured, the inmates of the little fort crowded about Boone and overwhelmed him with questions.
“Do you think they can get over the posts?” inquired Joe.
“Will they come before father returns?” asked Mary.
“Do you think they will attack us at all?” interrogated Glenn.
“There can be no doubt of it,” replied Boone; “but if we do our duty, I think we shall be able to resist them. We must be ready to defend ourselves, at all events—and in the mean time we must watch through the loopholes on every side to prevent a surprise.” This was hardly spoken before an arrow whizzed over their heads, and, striking against the stone wall of the house, fell at the feet of Joe.
“Ugh! look at that!” cried he, leaping some ten feet away.
“Go in, child—and the rest to their posts!” remarked Boone, first to Mary, and then addressing the men.
“Yes—do go in, Miss!” cried Joe, forcing Mary into the house, where he also seemed determined to remain himself.
“Come out here!” cried Sneak, going to the door.