"Yes; I brought down a few cannon balls. I didn't know there were any there before," I replied.
"Do you happen to know where they are now?"
"I put them on the raft."
He and Plunkett overhauled the boxes, and found the shot. Morgan intended to use the gun, which would make short work of the enemy. The dugout had followed us at a safe distance till we were half way to the landing. The Indians had evidently come to the conclusion that they were wasting their powder, and were now paddling down nearer to the raft. It was a long time before the soldiers had the gun in condition for use, for they were obliged to alter the lashings, so that they could elevate or depress it, and we were within a quarter of a mile of our destination before it was ready. Although the Indians quickened their speed, they did not fire again, and I soon discovered that they were headed to the north shore.
"Hurry up, Morgan!" I shouted. "I see what they are going to do."
"What?"
"They are headed to the shore."
"I see they are," replied he, as he rammed home the shot.
"They are going into the woods to fire at us from behind the trees when we land," I answered.
"I'll soon block that game. Stand by the lock-string, Plunkett."