“But the wooden slabs can’t dodge—dod! they’re afire on the outside now!” cried Sneak, truly discovering a flame reaching above the inclosure from without.
“Watch well from the loopholes!” cried Boone, throwing open the gate and rushing out, and running round to where the fire was crackling. “Come, Sneak!—I want your assistance—quick!” he exclaimed, finding the flames making rapid progress.
“Keep your eye skinned now!” said Sneak, as he left Joe alone to watch for the Indians, and ran out to aid in subduing the fire.
The savages could evidently see what was transacting, although unseen themselves, for most of their arrows now seemed to be directed at those without.
“Look sharp!” said Boone to Joe, through the loophole.
“Let me assist!” cried Glenn, imprudently leaving his post in his eagerness to share the danger, and coming out with a spade.
“Go in, my friend—we are sufficient here,” said Boone, addressing Glenn.
“Come in! come in! come in!” cried Joe.
“I see no Indians,” remarked Boone.
“The house is on fire! Fire! fire! fire!” screamed Joe, falling into his old habit when in the city.