There were five of them, and they belonged to the Stockbridge tribe.
Stockbridge Indians! exclaimed Shell. Then we must expect no mercy, but must prepare to defend ourselves, rising and seizing his gun that stood in the corner.
This will stop one or more of them.
Have you another gun? inquired Amy. If so, I will stop another.
Here, said the old man opening a closet, is half a dozen guns, and I will load them all.
Let me load them, said Amy.
Do you know how?
Amy took up the guns and loaded them in half the time the old man could.
There. I have loaded them all, and if they come, I can shoot them.
Are you the daughter of a hunter? asked old Shell.