"Damn! There is some one in the barn."

"No; they're outside. Hurry, but softly."

Colonel Zane had but just risen to his feet, when Mrs. Zane came to
the door and called him by name.

Instantly from somewhere in the darkness overhanging the road, came a
low, warning whistle.

"A signal!" exclaimed Colonel Zane.

"Quick, Eb! Look toward Metzar's light. One, two, three,
shadows--Injuns!"

"By the Lord Harry! Now they're gone; but I couldn't mistake those
round heads and bristling feathers."

"Shawnees!" said the borderman, and his teeth shut hard like steel on
flint.

"Jack, they were after the horses, and some one was on the lookout! By
God! right under our noses!"

"Hurry," cried Jonathan, pulling his brother off the porch.

Colonel Zane followed the borderman out of the yard, into the road,
and across the grassy square.

"We might find the one who gave the signal," said the colonel. "He was