He was not one to wish anybody's life, and again his mind rebelled at the necessity of conflict.
"Thank you, Henry," he said, and resumed his place by the wall.
No more shots were fired.

The warriors could not know whether or not their bullets had hit a human mark, and Henry inferred that they would wait a while, crouched against the cabin.

He reckoned that when they did move they would attack the door, and he noiselessly made an additional prop for it with the heavy wooden bench.

But the faint sound of footsteps suddenly ceased, and Henry, listening intently, could hear nothing save the rising wind.

He looked through one of the loopholes, but he could not see anything of the savages.