We got holt o' most o' their guns very quiet, an' I put John Irons an' two o' his boys an' Peter Bones an' his boy Isr'el an' the two women with loaded guns on guard over 'em.

If any on 'em woke up they was to ride the nightmare er lay still.

Jack an' me an' Buckeye sneaked back up the trail fer 'bout twenty rod with our guns, an' then I told the young Injun to shoot off the moose call.

Wall, sir, ye could 'a' heerd it from Albany to Wing's Falls.

The answer come an' jest as I 'spected, 'twere within a quarter o' a mile.