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As the dark settled down Ross said that in one day more they ought to have all the salt the horses could carry, and then it would be best to depart promptly and swiftly for Wareville. A half hour later all were asleep except the sentinel. Henry had conducted himself so well on his first scout and, had shown such signs of efficiency that Ross concluded to take him again the next day.
They knew that for ages and ages leaf and bough, falling upon it, had decayed there and increased its fertility, and so they awaited the test with confidence. The green young shoots of the wheat, sown before the winter, were the first to appear, and everyone in Wareville old enough to know the importance of such a manifestation went forth to examine them. Mr. Ware, Mr. Upton and Mr.
"Yes, I don't see that we can do anything at present. But Sol, we must stop those cannon some way or other. We beat off a great attack at Wareville once, but we couldn't stand half a day before the big guns. How are we to do it? Tell me, Sol, how are we to do it?" "I don't know, Henry, but we kin hang on. You know we've always hung on, an' by hangin' on we gen'rally win.
Already they were pining to be with George Rogers Clark on the great expedition. "How many men do you think Colonel Clark will be able to gather?" asked Ethan Burke, one of the stoutest of the Wareville contingent. "I don't know, but his name is something to conjure with," replied Henry.
"It's a good fort," replied Henry, "and that spring will be a great thing for you. We came near being taken once in our own fort of Wareville because the wells failed and we had no spring. Have you put any men in the top of the blockhouse?" "Eight of our best riflemen are there." "Tell them never to stop watching for a second and tell the men at the palisades to do the same.
Henry Ware stood erect. The light of the council fire flared upon his splendid, indomitable face. All relied upon him, and he knew it. "I have a plan," he said. "To-morrow we can reach an unforested hill that I know of, with a spring flowing out of the side. It is easy to hold, and we shall have plenty of water. We will stop there and make our stand. Meanwhile, we will send to Wareville for help.
"Smoke!" said he to himself. "Maybe that means Wareville." The raft glided gently with the current, moving so smoothly and peacefully that it was like the floating of a bubble on a summer sea. Paul still lay in a dreamless sleep.
"We must have a big Christmas dinner," said Jim Hart, "an' I'll cook it." "An' I'll help you," said Shif'less Sol. "And I," added Paul. That evening they sat around the fire, talking in the mellow glow; but their talk was not of the Indians, nor of the chase, nor of themselves, but of those behind at Wareville. Paul shut his eyes and looked dreamily into the fire.
Then he added, after a moment's pause: "To escape thus after all the terrible things that I have seen!" Henry shivered a little, and then he asked the fateful questions. "And what of Wareville, Mr. Pennypacker? Has it been destroyed? Do Paul's people and mine still live? Have they been taken away as captives? Why were you a prisoner?"
This task they repeated at intervals throughout the three days, but they had little else to do, except cook, eat, and sleep. They had recourse again to the chessmen and Paul's stories, and they reverted often to their friends and relatives at Wareville. "At any rate," said Henry, "Kentucky is safe so long as this great snow lasts.
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