ave spirit to
beat back the savages the next time they try to rush the camp."

"It will come, it will surely come!" said Henry confidently.

The worst night of all arrived. More of the women and children fell sick,
and they did not have the energy to build up bright fires. It was to Ross
and Shif'less Sol that this task fell; but, though they kept the fires
high, they accomplished little else. Paul lay down about midnight and
slept several hours, but it was a troubled night. The savages did not
rest. They were continually flitting about among the trees at the foot of
the hill, and firing at the sentinels. Little flashes of flame burst out
here and there in the undergrowth, and the crackle of the Indian rifles
vexed continually.

Paul rose at the first coming of the dawn, pale, unrested, and anxious. He
walked to the earthwork, and saw Henry there, watching as always,
seemingly tireless. The sun was just shooting above the hills, and Paul
knew that a brilliant day was at hand.

"At any rate, Henry," Paul said, "I prefer the day to the night while we
are here."

Henry did not reply. A sudden light had leaped into his eye, and he was
bent slightly forward, in the attitude of one who listens intently.

"What is it, Henry?" asked Paul.

Henry lifted his hand for silence. His attitude did not change. Every
nerve was strained, but the light remained in his eye.

"Paul," he cried, "don't you hear them? Rifle shots, far away and very
faint, but they are coming toward us! Long Jim is here, and Wareville with
him!"

Then Paul heard it--the faint, distant patter, as welcome sounds as ever
reached human ears. He could not mistake it now, as he was too much used
to the crackle of rifle shots to take it for anything else. His face was
transfigured, his eyes shone with vivid light. He sprang upon the
earthwork, and cried in tones that rang through all the camp:

"Up, up, men! Long Jim and the Wareville riflemen are coming!"

The train blazed into action. Forth poured the hardy borderers in scores,
surcharged now with courage and energy. The firing in front of them had
risen into a furious battle, and above the roar and the tumult rose the
cheering of white men.

"Long Jim has surprised them, and he is half way through already!" cried
Henry exultantly. "Now, men, we'll smite 'em on the flank!"

In a moment the whole force of the train, the Amazons included, were into
the very thick of it, while Long Jim and two hundred ri