But how fared it with Leonard? His work being finished, towards evening
he took his gun, and accompanied by a dog set out to meet his friends.
As usual with this student of nature, he was looking more at the ground
than around him, till the quick, sharp ringing bark of his dog fell on
his ear. Then he glanced upwards, and found himself face to face with
Indians in their war-paint. They were Ojibbeways. On levelling his gun
they retreated to a bush, and he made his way back towards the fort, a
shower of arrows falling around him, and some piercing his clothes as he
did so.
He speedily got up the drawbridge, and none too soon, for on came the
savages.
But on came the blizzard. Down swept the storm, and the boldest Indian
that ever trod could not face that fearful snow-gale.
All that night the storm raged. All that night Captain Blunt and his
party shivered in their cave, while at the fort Leonard waited and
watched.
Book 3--CHAPTER TWO.