Chapter 19 OUT OF THE NORTH

It lacked still an hour to midnight, which time I had set for our advance upon John Howell's house, and my Oneidas had not yet done painting, when Johnny Silver, who was on guard, whistled from his post, and I ran thither with Nick.

A man in leather was coming in through the chevaux-de-frise, and Johnny dropped a tamarack log across the ditch fo