Keep your mouth shut, if you don't want your hair lifted off your head." As the black boy certainly did not want his hair cut Indian fashion, he became silent at once.
When they had travelled in this way until they could no longer hear the yells of the Indians and the popping of guns at the fort, Sam called a halt.

It was now nearly midnight.
"Here is a good place to spend the rest of the night," he said, "and we must be as still as we can.

We can stay here till to-morrow night, and then we must try to get to Fort Glass.

It's about twelve or thirteen miles from here." "Le's go on now, Mas' Sam; I'se afear'd to stay here," said the black boy.
"We can't," said Sam.

"I got scratched in the foot with a stray bullet, just as we went into the thicket there at the fort, and I can't walk.