You wait here, said the old man, and I will climb out on the rocks.
I see the Indians!—I see them! exclaimed Cora excitedly.
Where?
There! pointing.
The old man looked, and saw the same objects that he saw when he was out before, and raised his gun.
Don’t shoot! They are all dead now. The life has been pounded out of them on the rocks.
Don’t you believe that, girl. They are only playing possum, and will go for your scalp at the first opportunity. Some of them may be on the island now.
I see five, and there were but five. Let us go a little closer said Amy, starting, and followed by the old man.
At every step the forms of the dusky Indians became more visible.