We were left alone. Helpless!
The rain of arrows kept on. We could hear the Indians shouting, but they did not advance.
The dawn was coming. Or was it the dawn? A red glow showing through the log walls. Red and yellow. I smelled smoke! Alan coughed with a sudden choking.
The little log blockhouse was being bombarded with flaming arrows. It was on fire, filling up with smoke which already was choking us!
CHAPTER XV
THE RESCUE
Lea and San—after Alan and Lentz left them—kept watch in the tower. They talked together in their own language.
"How long do you think, brother, that they will be gone?"
"Until dawn perhaps. We can only hope for the best. Alan is resourceful—he got you away from Turber, Lea."