"True," replied his brother in the same guarded tone; "but should we be captured or killed what then would become of poor little Kate? Come!"
"PLAINLY MARKED AGAINST THE FACE OF THE HARVEST MOON, THEY COULD SEE THE HEAD AND SHOULDERS OF AN INDIAN BRAVE!"
As usual, Sandy was ready to give in to the better judgment of his older brother, and hence, when Bob began to creep away, he kept as close at his heels as possible.
Doubtless their hearts beat faster than usual as the two lads thus moved over the ground. They had not gone ten paces when again Sandy drew the attention of the one in the lead to something he had discovered.
"Look to the left!" he whispered, as he poked at Bob's foot with the muzzle of his gun.
Turning his head, Bob saw a startling sight.
The late moon was just rising in the east. Because of a dip in the ground, and also a thinning out of the trees in that quarter, due to some tornado that had made a slash in the timbers, her blood-red disc could be seen just above the horizon.
And there, plainly marked against the face of the harvest moon, they could see the head and shoulders of an Indian brave! So plain did the picture appear that it was possible to even distinguish the feather that stood up in the hair of the red man.
"We must turn the other way," said Bob, as his brother crawled up alongside him, so that their heads came close together.