I can see something, but whether it is a log or not I don't know." Just then there was a faint light like the brightening of a firefly, or like the blowing of a tiny spark from a stick of burning wood.
Jonathan uttered a low curse.
"D--n 'em! At their old tricks with fire.

I thought all this quiet meant something.

The grass out there is full of Indians, and they are carrying lighted arrows under them so as to cover the light.

But we'll fool the red devils this time" "I can see 'em, Massa Zane." "Sh-h-h! no more talk," whispered Col.

Zane.
The men waited with cocked rifles.