I saw the cabin, and hoped to find help." "The savages are following you ?" "Yes--yes; see! Look down there--there are half a hundred of the devils, and--and Black Hawk." "By the Holy Smoke, Cap, he's right--there they are!" sung out Kennedy, pointing excitedly.

"The cuss ain't a lyin'.

What'll we do ?" I saw them also by this time, my mind in a whirl of indecision.

What should we do?
What ought we to do?
We should have to fight to the death--there was no doubt of that.

An attempt to get away was manifestly impossible.