They are buried behind the cabin.

Uncle Jim set a stone to mark the place." He made no reply.

His thoughts were far away in time, realizing the beleaguered cabin, the night of fear, the flashing rifles of his ancestors.

The fear--would he have been afraid?
"When I was little, I was afraid to come here alone," said the girl.
"I should like to come here at night," he returned.
"Why?
I wouldn't.

Oh! not at night.