He remembered the
grove at some distance, and was satisfied that the barbarians had left
their horses there, while they had gathered behind the wall to wait
the critical moment.
By the time these thoughts had fairly taken shape in his brain it was
beginning to grow light, and with a premonitary yawn and kick he rose
to his feet and began stirring the fire. He was well aware that
although he and his companions were a fair target for the rifles of
their enemies, yet they would not fire. Their plan of action did not
comprehend that, though it would have settled everything in their
favor without delay.
'I declare I have been asleep!' exclaimed Brainerd, as be began
rubbing his eyes.
'Yes. You're a purty feller to make a sentinel of, ain't you?' replied
the trapper, in disgust.
'I hope nothing has happened.' answered Johnny, feeling that he
deserved all the blame that could be laid upon him.
'Not much, exceptin' while yer war snoozin' the reds have come down
and got us all in a nice box.'
The boy was certain he was jesting until he saw the expression of his
face.
'Surely, Baldy, it is not as bad as that?'
'Do you see that ar?' demanded the trapper, pointing toward the wall,
which the youngster could not help observing.
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