"I thank you for this advice, Quartermaster, which is the more acceptable as it costs nothing; but I do not think it belongs to my gifts to yield a place like this while food and water last.""Well, I'd be the last, Pathfinder, to recommend any-thing against so brave a resolution, did I see the means of maintaining it.But ye'll remember that Master Cap has fallen.""Not he, not he!" roared the individual in question through another loop; "and so far from that, Lieutenant, he has risen to the height of this here fortification, and has no mind to put his head of hair into the hands of such barbers again, so long as he can help it.I look upon this blockhouse as a circumstance, and have no mind to throw it away.""If that is a living voice," returned Muir, "I am glad to hear it; for we all thought the man had fallen in the late fearful confusion.But, Master Pathfinder, although ye're enjoying the society of our friend Cap, -- and a great pleasure do I know it to be, by the experience of two days and a night passed in a hole in the earth, -- we've lost that of Sergeant Dunham, who has fallen, with all the brave men he led in the late expedition.Lundie would have it so, though it would have been more discreet and becoming to send a commissioned officer in command.Dunham was a brave man, notwithstanding, and shall have justice done his memory.In short, we have all acted for the best, and that is as much as could be said in favor of Prince Eugene, the Duke of Marlborough, or the great Earl of Stair him-self."
"You're wrong ag'in, Quartermaster, you're wrong ag'in," answered Pathfinder, resorting to a ruse to magnify his force."The Sergeant is safe in the block too, where one might say the whole family is collected.""Well I rejoice to hear it, for we had certainly counted the Sergeant among the slain.If pretty Mabel is in the block still, let her not delay an instant, for heaven's sake, in quitting it, for the enemy is about to put it to the trial by fire.Ye know the potency of that dread element, and will be acting more like the discreet and experienced war-rior ye're universally allowed to be, in yielding a place you canna' defend, than in drawing down ruin on yourself and companions.""I know the potency of fire, as you call it, Quarter-master; and am not to be told, at this late hour, that it can be used for something else besides cooking a dinner.
But I make no doubt you've heard of the potency of Kill-deer, and the man who attempts to lay a pile of brush against these logs will get a taste of his power.As for arrows, it is not in their gift to set this building on fire, for we've no shingles on our roof, but good solid logs and green bark, and plenty of water besides.The roof is so flat, too, as you know yourself, Quartermaster, that we can walk on it, and so no danger on that score while water lasts.I'm peaceable enough if let alone; but he who en-divors to burn this block over my head will find the fire squinched in his own blood.""This is idle and romantic talk, Pathfinder, and ye'll no maintain it yourself when ye come to meditate on the realities.I hope ye'll no' gainsay the loyalty or the cour-age of the 55th, and I feel convinced that a council of war would decide on the propriety of a surrender forthwith.
Na, na, Pathfinder, foolhardiness is na mair like the brav-ery o' Wallace or Bruce than Albany on the Hudson is like the old town of Edinbro'.""As each of us seems to have made up his mind, Quar-termaster, more words are useless.If the riptyles near you are disposed to set about their hellish job, let them begin at once.They can burn wood, and I'll burn pow-der.If I were an Indian at the stake, I suppose I could brag as well as the rest of them; but, my gifts and natur'
being both white, my turn is rather for doing than talk-ing.You've said quite enough, considering you carry the king's commission; and should we all be consumed, none of us will bear you any malice.""Pathfinder, ye'll no' be exposing Mabel, pretty Mabel Dunham, to sic' a calamity!""Mabel Dunham is by the side of her wounded father, and God will care for the safety of a pious child.Not a hair, of her head shall fall, while my arm and sight remain true; and though _you_ may trust the Mingos, Master Muir, I put no faith in them.You've a knavish Tuscarora in your company there, who has art and malice enough to spoil the character of any tribe with which he consorts, though he found the Mingos ready ruined to his hands, Ifear.But enough said; now let each party go to the use of his means and his gifts."Throughout this dialogue Pathfinder had kept his body covered, lest a treacherous shot should be aimed at the loop; and he now directed Cap to ascend to the roof in order to be in readiness to meet the first assault.Al-though the latter used sufficient diligence, he found no less than ten blazing arrows sticking to the bark, while the air was filled with the yells and whoops of the enemy.
A rapid discharge of rifles followed, and the bullets came pattering against the logs, in a way to show that the strug-gle had indeed seriously commenced.
These were sounds, however, that appalled neither Path-finder nor Cap, while Mabel was too much absorbed in her affliction to feel alarm.She had good sense enough, too, to understand the nature of the defences, and fully to ap-preciate their importance.As for her father, the familiar noises revived him; and it pained his child, at such a moment, to see that his glassy eye began to kindle, and that the blood returned to a cheek it had deserted, as he listened to the uproar.It was now Mabel first perceived that his reason began slightly to wander.
