As he did so three or four rifles flashed from the forest, and the bullets pattered upon the heavy oaken shutter.
"Too late," said Henry, "We took 'em by surprise, as I thought we should." Paul drew a long and deep breath.

The cabin had taken on a brighter aspect.
"I'm mighty glad that's done," he said.
"If you'll listen carefully, I think you'll hear something later," said Henry.
Henry was right.

In about half an hour they heard soft, shuffling noises beside the cabin, just under the window.
"They're taking away the dead warriors," said Henry.
"I don't want to fire on them while they're doing it," said Paul.
"Nor I," said Henry.

"We might reach 'em, but I'm glad they're doing what they are." The slight, sliding noises continued for a little while, and then they heard only the light sweep of the rain.

On the roof it became a patter, and here and there a drop made its way between the boards and fell on the floor.