We had better tomahawk every woman in the block-house than let her fall into the hands of Girty." "Send someone fer powder," answered Wetzel.
"Do you think it possible," said Silas quickly, a ray of hope lighting up his haggard features.

"There's plenty of powder in Eb's cabin.

Whom shall we send?
Who will volunteer ?" Three men stepped forward, and others made a movement.
"They'd plug a man full of lead afore he'd get ten foot from the gate," said Wetzel.

"I'd go myself, but it wouldn't do no good.

Send a boy, and one as can run like a streak." "There are no lads big enough to carry a keg of powder.