"Now we don't need it no more, but what we do need to do is to make a stan'-up fight, an' lick them fellers." "And save our salt," added the master.
"Of course," said Ross emphatically.

"We didn't come all these miles an' work all these days just to lose what we went so far after an' worked so hard for." They retreated rapidly upon the great jutting peninsula of rocky soil, which fortunately was covered with a good growth of trees, and tethered the horses in a thick grove near the end.
"Now, we'll just unload our salt an' make a wall," said Ross with a trace of a smile.

"They can shoot our salt as much as they please, just so they don't touch us." The bags of salt were laid in the most exposed place across the narrowest neck of the peninsula and they also dragged up all the fallen tree trunks and boughs that they could find to help out their primitive fortification.

Then they sat down to wait, a hard task for men, but hardest of all for two boys like Henry and Paul.
Two of the men went back with the horses to watch over them and also to guard against any possible attempt to scale the cliff in their rear, but the others lay close behind the wall of salt and brushwood.

The sun swung up toward the zenith and shone down upon a beautiful world.