But I only--run--because--they're gettin' in." "Wetzel, Bennet, Clarke!" yelled Silas, as he laid the boy on the bench.
Almost as Silas spoke the tall form of the hunter confronted him.
Clarke and the other men were almost as prompt.
"Wetzel, run to the south wall.

The Indians are cutting a hole through the fence." Wetzel turned, grabbed his rifle and an axe and was gone like a flash.
"Sullivan, you handle the men here.

Bessie, do what you can for this brave lad.

Come, Bennet, Clarke, we must follow Wetzel," commanded Silas.
Mrs.Zane hastened to the side of the fainting lad.

She washed away the blood from the wound over his temple.