As it was impossible for all to stay in the house, the farmer gave way and allowed Allen to share the hay loft.
It was a happy party that climbed up the stairs into the place, where the sweet odor of the hay created a desire for sleep.
In less than ten minutes the hay had been too much for them, and all were asleep.
No, not all, for Eben only pretended to sleep; he was wide awake, for he feared treachery, and determined to be on the alert.
The boy was a natural wonder. He never knew what it was to be tired. He could march farther than most men, eat less and do without sleep, and never did he appear to be the least wearied.
The hour of midnight had passed and the early morning, according to the manner of marking time, had commenced; in other words, it was one o'clock when Eben fancied he heard a slight noise.
He was in a position where he could see everything outside, and as the moon was shining brightly he was not long in discerning a number of men moving toward the barn.
He crawled across to Ethan and gently shook him.
"Colonel, we are betrayed."
Allen was about to jump, when Eben whispered: