These bullets embedded themselves in the logs, causing but little anxiety to the Isbels.
"Jean, what you make of it ?" asked the old rancher.
"Looks to me this way," replied Jean.

"They're set for a long fight.
They're shootin' just to let us know they're on the watch." "Ahuh! Wal, what 're you goin' to do aboot it ?" "I'm goin' out there presently." Gaston Isbel grunted his satisfaction at this intention of Jean's.
All was pitch dark inside the cabin.

The women had water and food at hand.

Jean kept a sharp lookout from his window while he ate his supper of meat, bread, and milk.

At last the children, worn out by the long day, fell asleep.