The days are long during the season of the year of which we are writing, it being scarcely dark at the hour of eight o'clock.  
Although at the time the little band of entered the the sun was low in the west, and something like the romantic scene, yet a full hour of light remained before night would settle on the forest and river.
 
The evening that was approaching was partly moonlight, and the sky was without any , excepting a few clouds in the east, so that it would not be dark, but in the woods the gloom promised to be all that could be desired.
 
No doubt the Indians had been quick to detect the vulnerable point, and before long some of them would try to steal up behind the pile of rocks which gave command of the fugitives.
 
For that reason Mr. Brainerd stood with cocked rifle, and with his eye on the point where such approach must be made, while Habakkuk and Gimp were watching with scarcely less intentness, knowing as they did that the of the station by a single Seneca would render the position of the fugitives "untenable," as the expression goes; that is to say, that same single would be able to load and fire his rifle in absolute safety to himself, while he picked off every man and woman in the hollowed-out portion of the rocks.
 
Mr. Brainerd impressed this fact on the other two men, and, at his suggestion, they helped guard the point.
 
"It won't do for all of us to fire simultaneously," he said, "for then nothing could prevent the Indians charging across, and before we knew it, the whole place would be with them."
 
"How will we know which is to fire?" asked Habakkuk.
 
"I'll take the first, Gravity the second, and you the third; they are not likely to make a rush, though, if they did, they would be certain to succeed after losing one or two of their number."
 
"Won't they take that view any way?" asked the New Englander, who felt anything but easy in mind.
 
"I don't there will be a combined attempt until after dark. All Indians are cowards, and the certainty that the first one or two in such a rush are sure to be picked off is likely to keep the whole party back, and compel them to try some other plan."
 
"What will that be?"
 
"I think they will steal up as near as it is safe, and then, after reconnoitering for a time, attempt to get over to the rocks without detection. The worst of the whole business is," added Mr. Brainerd, with an anxious sigh, "that a single marksman over there will do as much injury as a dozen, though he may be longer about it."
 
"Suppose he does get there?"
 
"But he mustn't," was the quiet answer.
 
"But suppose he does, what then?"
 
Mr. Brainerd was silent for a moment.
 
"Then I shall have to send Habakkuk in one direction and Gravity in another, to dislodge the Indian before he can shoot."
 
"My gracious!" muttered McEwen, "that would be sure death to all concerned."
 
"The chances would be against you—that's a fact, but that would be preferable to in this place and allowing the redskins to pick us off, one after another, without being able to raise a finger in ."
 
"The state of affairs isn't calculated to raise laughter on our part," was the doleful remark of Habakkuk McEwen.
 
"Therefore, you see how important it is that we should prevent the Indians getting such advantage over us."
 
There could be no questioning this fact, and the other two renewed their watch, like men who knew the need of vigilance.
 
"I say," remarked the African, as though a new idea had flashed upon him, "why don't the warmints wait till it is dark before dey take a pop at us?"
 
"Very likely they will—but it won't do to discount any such probability."
 
"Dat's de opinion ob de undersigned," said Gimp, with a sigh, only dimly suspecting the meaning of the words.
 
"It's my opinion," said Habakkuk, a minute later, "that they won't wait till dark unless they find they've got to do so."
 
"Explain."
 
"They will venture on something like a rackynoissance, just as Gineral Washington does before a battle—and if it looks as though there was a show to do something, they'll try it. If they find there isn't, they'll wait till dark."
 
"You are quite right."
 
The New Englander scratched his head in perplexity.
 
"Well, I don't see where we are going to make anything by such a course, for when night comes they will have us , in spite of all we can do."
 
"We will be at a great disadvantage, but not hopelessly so."
 
"I don't see why we won't, for what will they want better than darkness to help them over?"
 
"There will be some light to-night, and it requires very little to show every portion of the upper part of the rocks—enough light, indeed, to demand only a little closer attention on our part. That pile of rocks there is something like the 'Umbrella Tree,' over on the top of the western mountains: it stands out in such relief, that we cannot fail to detect any movement near it."
 
"Can't they climb up in the rear of them, so as to avoid showing themselves to us?"
 
"It is impossible," replied Mr. Brainerd, who had investigated the matter only a brief while before, "that is, the thing is out of the question for............