The man with the white beard looked the amazement he felt.
“Only three, and come a-plunging into the critters that way?”
A murmur went up from those behind him.
“I reckon the Shawnees thought we were a regiment, at least, the way they ran off,” said Oliver, laughing at the recollection.
“Yes, and by this time they’ve seen their mistake and will come——”
“Whizz! Thud!”
The feathered shaft of an arrow quivered from one of the logs just below Sandy Campbell’s shoulder; a hail of others flew all about them.
“They’ve found it out!” cried a man from within the house. As he spoke he sprang out and threw open the heavy door of a building adjoining the cabin. “Quick,” said he. “Drive your horses in here.”
The boys led the horses through the doorway; the man followed them in and threw a heavy oaken bar into place. The sounds from the cabin showed that the door there had also been made secure, and then the siege was once more begun.
There was a doorway leading into the cabin from the building which was crowded with horses and cattle. Through this came the white-bearded man and some others.