ed his curly scalp; for the afternoon of the Indian outbreak,--with
one eye on the Crusoe history, and the other watching to see if any
cannibals landed on the shore, taking an occasional sip from an old
coffee-pot filled with spring water, which he called goat's milk,--the
whole frightful scene of the massacre passed before him. He saw dear
little Bub run to meet Yellow Bank, and he also saw what his mother
did not in the panic, that, just as the treacherous savage fired, the
little fellow tripped and fell, unharmed by the bullet. He saw, at
that instant, his sister Sarah start from the store for the cabin, and
that the fiendish savage did not notice Bub's escape, in his eagerness
to intercept the girl; so that Bub, terrified by the report of the
gun, and at seeing his sister struck down by Yellow Bank, dragged
himself off in the direction of Charlie's tree, not seeming to know
but that he was going towards the cabin.

He saw the door of the cabin closed, and that preparations were made
to keep out the savages, and that the whole attention of the Indians
was turned on assaulting the house. So, cautiously creeping out, and
placing one hand firmly over Bub's mouth to prevent him from making a
sound, he drew him into the tree. He was fully aware that he did this
at the risk of his own life; for if the child made an outcry, their
hiding-place would be discovered, and they would both be sacrificed.
But he had too loving and noble a nature to save his own life by
leaving his darling pet brother exposed.

Charlie found it a difficult task to control himself sufficiently in
the scenes that were passing before him to keep guard over Bub each
instant, as he must, to prevent him from revealing their place of
refuge. The little fellow had received a terrible fright, and at first
struggled with singular strength to free himself from Charlie's grasp,
and Charlie's arms ached from the constant strain in holding him; his
efforts, however, were rewarded at last by Bub's beginning to
comprehend the case.

"It's the wicked Indians," whispered Charlie, "and they'll kill us if
we make any noise."

Three days and nights came and went. How thankful Charlie was for the
provisions and water which he had unwittingly provided for this
fearful hour! He had the good sense, however, to be careful of the
water; for he knew not how long he must stay there; and he taught Bub
to eat very slowly, as he had heard his father say that the hunters
did