CHAPTER XXVI.
In the confusion the missionaries carried Young and Edwards into Mr.
Wells' cabin.

Nell's calm, white face showed that she had expected some such catastrophe as this, but she of all was the least excited.
Heckewelder left them at the cabin and hurried away to consult Captain Williamson.

While Zeisberger, who was skilled in surgery, attended to the wounded men, Jim barred the heavy door, shut the rude, swinging windows, and made the cabin temporarily a refuge from prowling savages.
Outside the clamor increased.

Shrill yells rent the air, long, rolling war-cries sounded above all the din.

The measured stamp of moccasined feet, the rush of Indians past the cabin, the dull thud of hatchets struck hard into the trees--all attested to the excitement of the savages, and the imminence of terrible danger.
In the front room of Mr.Wells' cabin Edwards lay on a bed, his face turned to the wall, and his side exposed.