“Wait till I screw a flint in my musket,” said Joe.
“You can see better out here,” replied Sneak.
“But I haven’t found the flint yet,” answered Joe.
“He’s a coward!” said Sneak, turning away and going to his post, whence he could watch the valley below.
Boone’s station was on the opposite side, in the direction of the supposed encampment of the Indians. But not a savage could now be seen, and the arrow that fell among them had evidently been discharged from a great distance above.
“Shall we fire if any of them come within the range of our guns?” inquired Glenn, from his position on the east, which overlooked the cliff.
“Certainly,” replied Boone; “the arrow was their declaration of war, and if they are again seen, it will be in a hostile attitude. Watch close, Sneak!” he cried, as another shaft flew over the palisade from the valley below, and penetrated the wood but a few feet above his head.
“Come out to your post, Joe!” cried Glenn, impatiently.
“I will presently—as soon as I get my gun fixed,” replied Joe.
“If you do not come forth instantly, I’ll thrust you out of the inclosure!” continued Glenn, somewhat fiercely.