"Oh! come in and have a look now you"re here," said the garrison more hospitably. "You can"t think how jolly the inside is."

"Well, if I must," she said; though, as a matter of fact, she was exceedingly curious to see the interior of the stronghold.

"It"s like the ones in "Masterman Ready" and "Treasure Island," you see," explained Jack, proudly. "And it"s pierced for musketry, too; we could open a withering fire on besiegers before they could come near us."

"They would have to be rather stupid to want to besiege this, wouldn"t they?" said Hazel.

"I don"t see that--besiegers must besiege something. And it is snug, isn"t it, now?"

Hazel was secretly much impressed. In the centre of the enclosure was the commander"s tent, with a lantern fixed at the pole for night watches; and rugs and carpets were strewn about; at one of the angles of the palisading was the look-out--an elaborate erection of old wine-cases and egg-boxes--on the top of which was fixed a seven-and-sixpenny telescope that commanded the surrounding country for quite a hundred yards.

She was not the person, however, to go into raptures; she merely smiled a rather teasing little smile, and said, "Mar-vellous!" but somehow, whatever sarcasm underlay this was accepted by both boys as a tribute.

"You can see now," said Guy, in a reasonable tone, "that there wouldn"t have been room here for all you girls--now, would there?"

"Girls are always in the way--everywhere," said Hazel, with a reproachful inflection which was quite lost upon her brothers.

"I knew you"d be sensible about it," said Jack; "you can"t think what fun we have in here--especially at night, when the lantern"s lit. Hallo!

there"s some one calling."

A shrill whistle sounded from the kitchen garden, and, a moment after, a stone came flying over the stockade, and was stopped by the canvas of the tent.

"That"s cool cheek!" said Jack; "get up and reconnoitre, Guy--quick!"

Guy mounted the scaffold, and brought the telescope to bear upon the immediate neighbourhood with admirable coolness and science--but no particular result.

"We shall have to scour the bush and see if we can find any traces of the enemy," said he with infinite relish.

"Was that the stone?" said Hazel, pointing to one that lay at the foot of the fence; "because there seems to be some paper wrapped round it."

"So there is!" said Jack, proceeding to unfold it. Presently he exclaimed, "I _say_!"

"What is it now?" asked Hazel.

"Nothing for you--it"s private!" said Jack, mysteriously. "Here, Guy, come down and look at this."

Guy read it and whistled. "We must report this to the General at once,"

he said gravely.

Both boys were very solemn, and yet had a certain novel air of satisfied importance.

"Shall we tell her?" asked Guy.

"She must know it some time," returned Jack; "we"ll break it by degrees.--We"ve just had notice that we"re going to be attacked by Red Indians, Hazel; don"t be alarmed."

"I"ll try not to be," she said, conquering a very strong inclination to laugh. She saw that they took it quite seriously; and, though she had at once suspected that some one in the village was playing them a trick, she did not choose to enlighten them. Hazel had a malicious desire to see what the General would do. "I don"t believe he will like the idea at all," she said to herself. "What fun it will be!"

Hazel"s expectations seemed about to be fulfilled; for already she could hear steps on the plank of the little bridge, and in another minute the General himself entered the fortress.

"I say, you fellows," he began, "this is too bad--no one on guard, and a girl inside! Why, she might be a spy for anything you could tell!"

"Thank you, Clarence!" said Hazel; for this insinuation was rather trying to a person of her dignity.

"I say, General," began Jack, "never mind about rowing us now; we"ve some queer news to report. This has just fallen into our hands."

Hazel watched Tinling closely as he read the paper. It was grimy, and printed in lead pencil, and contained these words:--"BE ON THE LUKOUT.

RED INGIANS ON THE WORPATH. I HERD THEM SAYING THEY MENT TO ATACK YURE FORT AT NITEFAL. FROM A FREND."

She was soon compelled to own that she had done him a great injustice.

He was certainly as far as possible from betraying the slightest fear; on the contrary, his eye seemed actually to brighten with satisfaction.

He behaved exactly as all heroes in books of adventure do on such occasions--he went through it twice carefully, and then inquired at what time the warning had arrived.

"About five minutes ago. Round a stone," answered Guy, with true military conciseness.

"This will be a bad business," observed the General, his face brightening with the joy of battle. "We have no time to spare--we must give these demons a lesson they will not forget!" (this was out of the books). "Look to your arms, my men, and see that we are provisioned for a siege (you might get the cook to give us some of that shortbread, and the rest of the cake we had at tea, Private Jack). We cannot tell to what straits we may be reduced."

"Then," inquired Hazel, demurely, "you mean to stay here and fight them?"

"To the last gasp!" said the General.

Hazel liked him better then than she had done since his first arrival.

"He really is a plucky boy after all," she thought. "I wonder if it will last?"

ACT THE SECOND

WHERE IS THE ARMY?

The General"s self-possession and resource were indeed remarkable.

"We ought to have a cannon," he said; "there"s a big roll of matting somewhere in the house. If we got that, and widened a loophole, and shoved it through, it would look just like the muzzle of a cannon in the dark."

"Would that frighten a Red Indian much?" asked Hazel.

"Not if he knew what it was, perhaps; but who"s going to tell him? Jack, just run up to the house, like a good fellow, and see if you can find it, will you? You can go with him, Guy."

"You seem rather to like the idea of being attacked," said Hazel, when she and Clarence were alone together. He was gratified to notice the new friendliness in her voice.

"Well, you see," he explained loftily, "I don"t suppose I"m pluckier than most people, but it just happens that I"m not afraid of Red Indians, that"s all; when I saw all those at Buffalo Bill"s I wasn"t even excited: it"s const.i.tutional, I fancy." He always modelled his talk a good deal upon books, and a crisis like this naturally brought out his largest language.

"I"d better see you safe back to the house, I think," he added; "I don"t expect them for an hour yet, but you can never depend on savages--they might be lurking about the grounds already, for what we know."

And, although Hazel had her own private ideas about the reality of the danger, she was struck by his coolness and courage, for which, whether justified or not by the occasion, she was quite fair-minded enough to give him due credit.

Meanwhile, the other two boys, bursting with excitement, had rushed up to the verandah, under which their mother and uncle were sitting.