"If they are, they have found a camp of soldiers there, and not a very good chance to plunder the place."
Kit Cruncher placed the frying-pan, in which the great slices of bacon had been cooked, upon a chest, with a basket of crackers. Ella ate heartily of the meat, for it was very good, in spite of the homely manner in which it was served. We finished the meal without any interruption from Indians or others. The poor girl declared that she felt very much refreshed and strengthened, and was able to walk again.
"Now we are ready for a start," said Kit, when he had put his house in order.
"How far is it through the woods to the Little Fish, Kit?" I asked.
"Across hyer 'tain't more'n a mile."
"Then I think we had better go that way," I added. "I left Mr. Gracewood's boat not far from the place where the two rivers join, and we can go down in that."
"Very well, boy; but I cal'late there's three Injuns atween us and the Castle somewhar. But 'tain't no matter; if they show theirselves, my rifle will make quick work on 'em."
We crossed the brook, and struck into the woods on the other side. Ella walked by my side, holding my hand, while Kit led the way through the gloomy forest.
"Where do you suppose my father is now, Phil?" asked the poor girl.
"With the soldiers."