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"You'll make a big man, too," said the giant. "And if you can shoot straight there'll be plenty of chance for you later on. This is only the beginning, 'Siah," he pursued, turning to Bolderwood and letting his huge hand drop from Enoch's head. "There will be court-doings, now writs, and ejectments, and enough red seals to run the King's court itself.
He was too far away to distinguish the battlements of Ticonderoga, but he happened to be looking in that direction when Bolderwood presented himself. "Neighbor!" said the latter, in a most friendly tone, "ye look hearty. What's the news?" "Humph!" grunted the old man, staring at the Yankee shrewdly, "you're the feller that's been clearin' land above us yander, ain't ye?"
But those inside tore off the flaming roof and it fell all around the cabin and set the walls afire. They dared not run out through that wall of flame and smothered to death they were God pity them!" and he began to weep aloud again. Bolderwood was speechless well-nigh overcome, indeed, with the horror of this.
"Friends, I presume, sirs?" he asked, glancing keenly from man to man. "Reckon so," admitted Bolderwood. "Where is Colonel Allen?" "If you don't mind waitin' with us I shouldn't be s'prised if ye see him 'fore long," declared the long-legged scout. "Wanter see him pertic'lar?" "I do," the stranger admitted. "You are the advance guard of our boys, I presume?"
'Siah Bolderwood, seizing an axe, attacked the door of the ammunition cellar; for the American spy who had spent the previous day within the works had explained to the ranger the situation of this important compartment. The ringing blows of the woodman's axe doubtless awakened many of the sleeping soldiery. In half a minute the stout oak door was down.
'Siah Bolderwood found him," Enoch sadly admitted. "Then we look see how Hawknose kill him." "But Crow Wing, it was four years ago " The Indian stopped him with a gesture of disdain. "Does my brother think we look for trail? No, no! The white man not find trail?" "Of course not. There were only marks of the buck's hoofs." Crow Wing pointed to the spoor of the dead buck made the night before.
When he observed the boy, however, his eyes flashed and the blood rushed to his face. "I reckon he knows ye, Nuck," said the ranger. "What are you going to do with me?" demanded the Yorker, with bravado. "You'll all suffer for this outrage, I promise ye! Wait until I get to Albany " "And you ever see Albany again you're a lucky man," said Bolderwood, satisfying himself that the bonds were tight.
Under his instructions Enoch had become a fairly good marksman, while Bryce, by resting his gun in the fork of a sapling set upright in the ground, did almost as well as his elder brother. After supper Bolderwood talked with the widow while he smoked his pipe. "We need boys like Enoch, Mistress Harding," he said.
He wished to see the spy whom Bolderwood had mentioned to Ethan Allen. The ranger, too, looked sharply about the camp for the man. "Where's that slippery critter we captured the other night?" he asked. "If he gits away before Colonel Allen comes there'll be trouble for some of us."
They feared the approach of a storm which threatened, and were desirous of building their winter camp and getting their traps set before the forest would be full of snow and the streams completely frozen. Both boys were very good woodsmen by this time, for Bolderwood had been Enoch's mentor and Lot's uncle was an old ranger who knew every trick of the forest and trail.
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