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Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander), 1862-1919

"The Hunters of the Hills"


"They don't know just which way to aim their guns," said Willet, "and so
long as we keep quiet now they won't learn. That shout of yours, Tayoga,
was not enough to tell them."
"But they must remember about where the hollow is, although they can't
pull trigger directly upon it, owing to the darkness and storm," said
Robert.
"That about sums it up, my boy," said the hunter. "If they do a lot of
random firing the chances are about a hundred to one they won't hit us,
and the Indians don't have enough ammunition to waste that way."
"I don't suppose we can launch the canoe and slip away in it?"
"No, it would be swamped by the rain and the flood. It's likely, too,
that they're on watch for us farther down the stream."
"Then this is our home and fortress for an indefinite time, and, that
being the case, I'm going to make myself as easy as I can."
He drew the blanket under his body again and lay on his elbow, but he
held his rifle before him, ready for battle at an instant's notice. His
feeling of comfort returned and with it the sense of safety.


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