Part 3 (1/2)
It seemed certain that the Abenakis understood how small and weak was the force opposed to them, and therefore, counted on bringing their b.l.o.o.d.y work to a speedy conclusion regardless of their ordinary methods of warfare.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Mark saw a canoe put off from the harbor island.]
A landing would be made at three different places simultaneously, and the young defenders must perforce give all their attention to one party, leaving the others to do as they pleased, or, by attempting to guard every point, place themselves in the greatest possible danger.
”Make ready to run for the house when I give the word,” Mark cried to his companions. ”Come this way, Sue, and Luke, do the best you can at peppering the canoe in front of us!”
Susan speedily joined her cousin on the southerly side of the harbor, while Luke stood his ground, but with the disagreeable knowledge that in a few moments the savages would probably be creeping up behind him.
Now Mark understood that he could not afford to spend many moments on this portion of the defence. It was necessary the three should be inside the stockade before those who were landing at either point of the harbor could come up within range, and he said to Susan:
”We must get in our work quickly, for I reckon these villains in front of us will take good care to move so slowly as to keep at a safe distance until the others are ready for work.”
For reply the girl raised her musket on the crutch-like rest which was used in those days, took careful aim, and pulled the trigger.
It was possible to see the bullet as it struck the moonlit water, hardly more than three paces in advance of the canoe, with its freight of painted terrors, and instantly the Indians ceased paddling, thus proving that they had no intention of coming within range until their comrades from the other craft were in position to prosecute their murderous work.
”There is little sense in our staying here,” Mark said, bitterly.
”Those scoundrels don't intend to give us any show at them, and we are foolish if we remain. Yonder canoe put off boldly only to keep us occupied until the others could make a landing.”
”Are we to go back?” Susan asked, striving to prevent a tremor of fear from being perceptible in her voice.
”Ay, it is high time. You start on ahead, and I'll call Luke.”
”I shall walk by your side,” the girl said, stoutly. ”We will share the danger equally, as you promised.”
”You are a good girl, Sue; just the kind that will do a full half of the work of defending the island,” and Mark kissed her on the cheek more tenderly than he had ever done before, as one would who was whispering a final good-bye.
”Close in, Luke; we must get back to the house; there's no show of our being able to do anything here,” Mark cried to his brother, as he set the example by leading Susan in the direction of the stockade.
The canoe came forward more swiftly as the little party of children retreated; but it could be seen that its occupants did not count on approaching within range, and Mark hastened his brother's movements by shouting:
”Run for it, lad! We must be in position behind the fence when the brutes first come within view!”
Then the three went toward the place of refuge at full speed, and behind the gate, having been warned by the report of her cousin's musket, Mary Pemberton stood ready to let down the heavy bar when the little party was near at hand.
The retreat had been begun none too soon, as was seen when the children came within the enclosure, for while Mark was replacing the bar which locked the gate, his mother, standing on one of the improvised platforms, discharged a musket.
”What have you seen?” the lad cried, as, the gate having been fastened, he ran toward that portion of the stockade where was his mother.
”An Indian came out just beyond the dead tree, over there.”
”Did you hit him?”
”I'm afraid not, Mark; I never could send a bullet straight, and am now blaming myself for not having practiced more often after your father insisted that the time might come when I would need to handle a musket deftly.”
By this time Mark stood by his mother's side, peering cautiously out over the top of the palisade, which was not a simple matter, since he took the risk of presenting the enemy with a target.
He could see nothing suspicious, and was yet peering eagerly around, when the report of a musket rang out on the other side of the stockade.
It was Susan who fired the shot. At the same moment Mark clambered up beside his mother, the girl had taken her station on one of the casks at a point overlooking the thicket, and the result showed that she had arrived there none too soon.