His eye did not rest upon any brown body, but he knew as well as if they had cried out that the warriors were there.

How many?
That was the question that concerned him most.

If a great war party, they might hang on a long time; but if only a small one, he and Paul might beat them off as often as they came.

They had four rifles, plenty of ammunition, enough food to last several days, and he thanked God for the providential presence of the rain barrel.
These were but brief passing thoughts, and he never ceased to watch the forest.

Still no sign of a face, but now and then the unnatural quiver of the bushes, and above them the sun spinning a fine golden, veil over all the great wilderness.
"Our guests have come, Paul," said he, "but from safe cover they are inspecting our front yard." "And they don't know yet whether or not they would like to disport themselves on our lawn." "That is just it.