around, to behold a man behind a tree, a leveled gun in his hands.
"Don't shoot!" he called out, for he fancied he knew the voice. "Is that you, Mr. Risley?"
"Yes. Dave Morris, is it not?"
"Yes." Dave ran to meet the Englishman. "Tell me quickly is everything all right over to our house?"
"It was all right when I left, an hour or so ago, lad. But your uncle had been talking to Hans Lomann and said the German had heard of something of an Indian uprising."
At this Dave gave a sigh of relief. But immediately his heart sank, at the thought of the news he had to impart to his friend.
"The Indians are rising, all over this section of the country. They attacked your cabin."
"My cabin!" The Englishman could scarcely utter the words. "Davy, is it the truth? And what of my wife—tell me quickly!"
"Your wife is safe, although she got an arrow through the shoulder. The redskins attacked the cabin and set fire to it. She leaped out of a rear window and hid in the milk-house. Henry and I came up just in time to get her into the woods. We ran as far as we could and then she fainted. Henry
