CHAPTER EIGHT: LINNA'S WOODCRAFT.
No one could have looked into the face of Ben Ripley without seeing he meant just what he said.
Jabez Zitner supposed, when he made known that he intended to take the little Delaware girl with him as a hostage, that though it might be displeasing to the Ripleys, they would not dare object; but he was mistaken.
The lad was sitting furthest away on the fallen tree, with his rifle resting across his knees, when he warned the man that if he laid a hand on Linna he would shoot him.
Ben spoke low, but mingling with his words were two faint clicking sounds.

They were made by the hammer of his rifle, as with his thumb he drew it back ready for use.

His face was slightly pale, but his eyes glittered, and he rose to his feet and looked at the startled man.
Mrs.Ripley gave a gasp of fright and clasped her hands, while the children mutely stared.
Even Zitner was silent.

He knew Ben's pluck, but did not believe it would take him thus far, for it looked as if there were two adults against a single boy.
Burwink however, was more of a man than his companion.

He looked smilingly at Ben and said--"Jabez, I reckon this has gone far enough." "What do you mean ?'" angrily asked the other.
"You must leave the little gal alone." "Oh, thank you! thank you!" exclaimed Mrs.Ripley.