presented the fairest kind of a mark for the Indians. Scores of rifles were levelled and
discharged at him. The bullets pattered like hail on the roof of the block-house, but
apparently none found their mark, for the man ran back and disappeared.
"It was Clarke!" exclaimed Col. Zane. "No one but Clarke has such light hair. Wasn't that
a plucky thing?"
"It has saved the block-house for to-night," answered Jonathan. "See, the Indians are
falling back. They can't stand in the face of that shooting. Hurrah! Look at them fall! It
could not have happened better. The light from the cabin will prevent any more close
attacks for an hour and daylight is near."
