arlie understood the signals, but muttering, "You can't catch me
that way, old villain," continued firing every time he thought he
could hit the savage. The Indian had not, during all this, fired in
return. This seemed curious to the boy; but concluding it to be an
Indian trick, he determined not to be outwitted. Whatever the object
of the savage was in his mysterious conduct, he at last despaired of
accomplishing it, and adroitly slipped away.

As night drew its heavy curtains around the beleaguered cabin, Charlie
experienced a feeling of dread creeping over him. He felt
comparatively safe while he could see the foe; but now the night
seemed ominous of evil. The wind moaning through the trees, the
ticking of the insect under the bark in the logs, and even the shrill
chirping of the cricket, sounded unnatural to him. He thought of the
dead and gory forms stretched upon the greensward without; the grass
matted with human blood; the imprecations and fierce shouts that had
resounded, and the deathly struggles that passed before him while
sheltered by the friendly tree; the heavy tramp of men fighting in the
deadly struggle; the sharp reports of the fire-arms; the horrible
screams and heart-piercing pleadings of women and children as they
were murdered and tortured by the savages; the lurid glare of the
burning cabins; the Indians dancing and yelling in horrid mirth: his
active brain was filled with such remembrances. In the stillness and
loneliness of night, in that cabin, these awful scenes came up with
appalling vividness, and weird and demon faces seemed to peep and
mutter at him from the corners of the room. Once he fancied that he
heard the cellar stairs creak under a heavy tread. And while Bub slept
peacefully in childish unconsciousness of his brother's terror, he
shivered and watched through that long night until the rosy beams of
morning dispelled the illusions of the darkness.

CHAPTER XX.

LONG HAIR.

The news of Mr. Jones's death, together with the atrocities connected
with the Indian uprising, spread a gloom throughout the fort; and
when, two days later, the funeral of the pioneer took place, tears
were in many a veteran's eye. General McElroy respected the qualities
which had marked the last days of the deceased, and said,--

"He did not serve in the ranks, but if ever a man deserved a soldier's
burial, poor Jones does; and he shall have it."

So the body was borne to the grave under military e