FIGHTING OFF THE INDIANS
"It doesn't look much like an attack now."
It was Dave who spoke, as he leaned against the rocks and gazed sharply
out into the forest, beyond the tiny stream of water flowing beside the
improvised fort.
"When the redskins come they won't blow a trumpet," replied Rodney,
grimly. "The more vicious the attack the more quiet they'll go about it.
Isn't that so, father?"
"You're about right, my son," returned Joseph Morris. "I shouldn't be
surprised if the Indians are much closer than we think."
"If only we knew where Henry is, and father," said Dave. "Perhaps the
redskins have captured them both."
"They won't get your father so easily, Dave," came from Joseph Morris.
"They may----"
The pioneer broke off short and suddenly raised his gun. He had seen
some war-like feathers floating above a fringe of brushwood between a
number of stately walnut trees. He took careful aim and fired.
A yell rent the air and in a trice that cry was echoed by half a hundred
others, filling the air with a sudden noise, which no pen can describe.
As Dave said, it was truly "a hair raiser," and he felt a quick chill
creep down his backbone. That yell told only too well how the Indians
were aroused, and what they would do could they but gain the chance.
The report of Joseph Morris's gun was followed by the discharge of
Rodney's weapon and then shots from several others. Rodney had seen a
warrior running from one tree to another and had brought the Indian down
midway between the two. But the fellow was only wounded and he lost no
time in crawling to cover.
Spat! spat! A bullet and an arrow hit the rocks directly in front of the
Morrises and caused Dave to dodge quickly, although so far there was
small danger of being hit. Then came other shots from both sides and for
several minutes the air inside and outside the fort was filled with
smoke.
"There's a good number of them, that's certain," observed Joseph Morris,
as he paused to reload. "I believe every Indian for a hundred and fifty
miles around has gathered here. Hark!"
They listened, and from a distance came other yells, gradually circling
around in the forest to the other side of the fort. But this ruse did
not deceive those within.
"It's an old dodge," observed Joseph Morris. "They want us to look for
them on that side while they make a dash on this. See, here they come
now!"
"Yes, an' thar's fer 'em!" put in a pioneer standing near. His aim was
true and a warrior went down just as he leaped out to cross the stream.
"Good for you, Pasney!" exclaimed Joseph Morris. "Never saw a truer shot
in my life. You took him straight in the heart."
"Wall, thet's wot I reckoned on doin'," replied Pasney, coolly. He was
an old trapper, and had lived among friendly Indians for years. At rifle
practice he had often won prizes for marksmanship.
With four of their warriors either killed or wounded, the Indians
retreated for the time being. So far nobody in the fort had been
touched, consequently the spirits of all, even of the women folks,
revived.
"If we keep this up, we'll soon discourage them," said Captain Tanner.
"More than likely they'll hang around until to-morrow and then rush off
to loot what they can and get back to their own territory."
"If they do that we ought to follow them," said Dave. "They should be
taught a good lesson. Just think of our nice home being burnt to the
ground for no reason at all. It's a shame!"
Many of the women and children, as well as some of the men, were very
tired, but sleep was out of the question for all old enough to
comprehend what was taking place. Even little Nell came out of a nap
with a scream and clung closer than ever to her mother's skirt.
"Oh, mamma, what will they do with us?" she asked. "Will they scalp us?"
"Let us hope not, dear," answered Mrs. Morris, soothingly. "I think your
papa and the others can keep them off."
Half an hour later came another attack. It was now dark, and only a
trained eye could see what was taking place in the blackness of the
forest surrounding the fort. To get a better view Pasney climbed one of
the trees forming part of the stockade.
Hardly had he gained a favorable position than he uttered a cry of
alarm. Then came the whizzing of an arrow through the bare branches in
front of him and his body came down with a thud just inside the
defence. Several rushed to him and raised him up, but it was too late.
"Shot through the heart!" whispered Dave, as he gazed on the body in
horror. "He got just what he gave that redskin a while ago." And he
turned away, scarcely able to control his feelings.
Again the war-cry was given and once more the Indians made a rush, this
time attacking the fort on two sides. There was a constant discharge of
firearms, and arrows came freely into the enclosure, one taking Rodney
through the fleshy part of the arm and another grazing Dave's face.
"You are hit, Rodney," cried Dave, as he saw his crippled cousin stagger
back.
"Reckon it ain't much," was the answer. "But it was a close call," and
then Rodney went to his mother, to have the wound bound up.
The fight had been waging for the best part of an hour when those in the
fort saw that the enemy were changing their tactics. Through the air
there rushed a dozen or more arrows all carrying with them trails of
fire. They went up like so many rockets, to fall in graceful curves
directly into the fort. One had a horn of powder attached to it, which,
on touching the ground, exploded with great violence. Fire was scattered
in all directions and for the moment it looked as if some of the women
folks and children would be burnt alive.
Rodney was close to his mother and little Nell when the first shower of
burning arrows came down. He saw his mother's skirt go up into a blaze
and like a flash tore the burning garment from her. Then he brushed some
sparks from little Nell and himself and an old woman standing by.
"They intend to burn us alive!" was the cry, and many of the children
began to scream louder than ever.
"Let the women take water and dirt and put out the fire!" ordered
Captain Tanner. "Every man is needed at the stockade. They are getting
ready for another rush!"
Fortunately all the water possible had been brought into the fort and
clothes were soaked in this and used for beating out the flames. It was
hard work, and soon the women were as smoke-begrimed as the men. To save
the children all their dresses were wet down so that the sparks might
have no effect. Where the burning arrows fell among the baggage, and
water was not handy, the sod was dug up with spades and pike poles and
thrown on as a blanket.
In the meantime what Captain Tanner had said about another attack was
true. But this time the Indians were more cautious and they hardly
exposed themselves, while waiting for the fire to aid them. When they
saw that the blazing arrows had little or no effect they fell back once
more, with two warriors wounded, one mortally.
Slowly the night wore away. The loss to the pioneers had been one man
killed and several wounded, although none seriously. One woman had been
burnt across the neck and one little boy had had an ear scorched.
When day dawned the vigilance at the stockade and the rocks was not
relaxed, for all felt that another attack might come at any moment.
There was no water in the enclosure, all on hand having been used in
fighting fire.
"We've got to get water somehow," said Joseph Morris. "I'm dying for a
drink and I reckon all of you are about the same."
"Oh, Joseph, do not expose yourself," pleaded Mrs. Morris. "More than
likely the Indians know we want water and they'll watch the brooks
closely, to see if they can't catch whoever tries to get it."
This was proved to be the case a few minutes later, when a pioneer named
Raymond tried to get a bucket of water. Hardly had he showed himself
when two arrows whizzed in that direction, one cutting through his
coonskin cap. Raymond dropped his bucket in a hurry and lost no time in
regaining shelter.
"I know a way to get water," said Rodney. "Dig a hole down between the
rocks and then run a pike pole through that dirt bank. Some of the water
in that brook will be sure to flow in this direction."
The suggestion was thought a good one and several started to dig the
hole immediately. It was made four feet deep and the pike pole was
jammed through the soil at as low a point as possible. At first no water
came, but presently a few drops showed themselves and then followed a
stream the size of one's little finger.
"Hurrah!" cried Dave. "Rodney's scheme is all right. That hole will keep
the water here on a level with that in the stream and we'll have all we
wish." And so it proved, much to the satisfaction of all in the fort. To
be sure, the water was rather muddy, but even muddy water was much
better than none and nobody complained.
"White Buffalo ought to be on his way back," observed Joseph Morris, as
he and the boys sat on the rocks, eating the scant morning meal which
Captain Tanner had had dealt out.
"Yes, and he ought to have some of Colonel Washington's rangers with
him," returned Dave.
"Your father will be with 'em," came from Rodney. "That is, unless he
struck out for the house instead."
The talking went on in low voices, for all ears were on guard, waiting
for sounds from the forest. Captain Tanner had hoped to get some word
from the Indians White Buffalo had left behind, but none of these showed
themselves.
An hour later an alarm came from the farther end of the stockade. The
Indians were gathering for a solid rush upon that quarter. Soon a yell
was heard and again came shots and arrows.
"We are in for it now!" cried Captain Tanner. "Every man must do his
duty or we are lost. They are coming on us a couple of hundred
stronger!"
He was right, and now the enemy advanced boldly as if encouraged by the
mere force of numbers. Several carried notched limbs of trees, to be
used as ladders in scaling the stockade.
Shots flew thick and fast and inside of a few minutes two more of the
pioneers were wounded and a woman was killed outright. The Indians
suffered even a greater loss, but continued to come on until more than a
score of them were close to the stockade. In the meantime several of the
number ran around to the rocks, thinking the pioneers had deserted this
end of the fort.
Joseph Morris, Rodney, Dave, and two others met those at the rocks with
a rapid volley which speedily put three of the warriors out of the
contest. But more were coming, and in a few minutes our friends found
themselves in what was almost a hand-to-hand encounter, only a few rough
rocks separating them from the redskins.
Dave had just fired, and was reloading with all speed, when he saw an
arrow aimed full at his uncle. He gave a shout of warning, but the cry
came too late. Joseph Morris was struck in the breast and went down in a
heap. He gave a strange little groan and then lay still.