CHAPTER VIII
THE ATTACK
IT looked to Alden Payne as if Jethro was eight feet long, when the guide was dragging him out of the front of the wagon by the nape of the neck. Like many persons, he was slow to regain consciousness, and was not fully awake until he was stood upon his feet. Even then he staggered uncertainly and was bewildered by the situation.
“What’s de matter?” he mumbled, spreading his feet apart and steadying himself.
“Whar’s your gun?” demanded Shagbark.
“In de wagon; I didn’t feel wery well and went in dere to lay down.”
“Get your gun and help shoot Injins,” was the startling order.
The flurry awoke the women in the Conestoga, and the excitement roused the whole camp. Dark forms appeared from the interior of the wagons, and hearing the voice of
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