“I hope he will not attempt to remain there after dark,” said the scout to his boy companion.
“Why not?”
“Because the Indians can approach to within a few rods before he can see them and then one mad charge and all is over, before he can shoot twice.”
“He ought to go inside and barricade the door and shoot from where they can’t get at him, hadn’t he?” asked the boy.
“Yes.”
“Can’t we help them?”
“We’ll certainly try, as soon as it is dark enough so they cannot see our approach.”
“Good! I hoped we could, for I am afraid morning would find the cabin burned and the settlers all murdered.”
When it was quite dark the two “Bills” moved quietly nearer the little cabin by the mound, expecting every moment to hear the thunder of pounding hoofs and the yells of the savages as they bore down to overwhelm the little stronghold.
The scout obtained a position to suit his taste and then lay upon the ground to await the opening of hostilities. At the proper moment he and the boy would surprise the redskins by taking part in the circus.