Their plan had been to burn the log school-house and the house of the Woodses, and to make a captive of Mrs.Woods, whose hostile spirit they wished to break and punish.

Soon after the quiet scene at midnight they began to be restless.
Their cries arose here and there about the margin of the plateau and along the river.
The old chief knew their feelings, and saw the stormy ripples here and there.

He arose slowly, and called: "My people, draw near." The tribe gathered about the platform.

The young braves knew what the old chief was about to say, and their cries of discontent grew loud and multiplied.
"The log school-house!" shrieked one, in a voice of rage.
"_Pil-pil!_" cried another.

"_Pil-pil!_" echoed many voices.