Col.

Zane had taken the precaution to have the high grass and the clusters of goldenrod cut down all round the Fort.

The wisdom of this course now became evident, for the wily savages could not crawl near enough to send their fiery arrows on the roof of the block-house.

This attempt failing, the Indians drew back to hatch up some other plot to burn the Fort.
"Look!" suddenly exclaimed Jonathan.
Far down the road, perhaps five hundred yards from the Fort, a point of light had appeared.

At first it was still, and then it took an odd jerky motion, to this side and to that, up and down like a jack-o-lantern.
"What the hell ?" muttered Col.