One moment it almost went out, and the next it gleamed brightly.

To the men, compelled to look on and powerless to prevent the burning of the now apparently doomed block-house, that spark was like the eye of Hell.
"Ho, the Fort," yelled Col.

Zane with all the power of his strong lungs.

"Ho, Silas, the roof is on fire!" Pandemonium had now broken out among the Indians.

They could be plainly seen in the red glare thrown by the burning cabin.