There, coming down the water, was a band of Indians.

They were still some distance off, but they saw us, and put their horses to the gallop.  I cried to Ringan to run for the shelter of the woods, for in the open we were at their mercy.  He cast one glance over his shoulder, and set a pace which came near to foundering me.

We got what we wanted earlier than we had hoped.  The woods in front rose in a high bluff, and down a little ravine a burn trickled.  The sides were too steep and matted for horses to travel, and he who stood in the ravine had his back and flanks defended.

“Now for a fight, Andrew lad,” cried Ringan, his eyes dancing.  “Stick you to the pistols, and I’ll show them something in the way of sword-play.”

The Indians wheeled up to the edge of the ravine, and I saw to my joy that they did not carry bows.

One had a musket, but it looked as if he had no powder left, for it swung idly on his back.  They had tomahawks at their belts and long shining knives with deerhorn handles.  I only got a glimpse of them, but ’twas enough to show me they were of that Western nation that I dreaded.

They were gone in an instant.

“That looks bad for us, Andrew,” Ringan said.  “If they had come down on us yelling for our scalps, we would have had a merry meeting.  But they’re either gone to bring their friends or they’re trying to take us in the back.  I’ll guard the front, and you keep your eyes on the hinder parts, though a jackdaw could scarcely win over these craigs.”

A sudden burst of sun came out, while Ringan and I waited uneasily.  The great blue roll of mountain we had left was lit below the mist with a glory of emerald and gold.  Ringan was whistling softly through his teeth, while I scanned the half moon of rock and matted vines which made our shelter.  There was no sound in the air but the tap of a woodpecker and the trickling of the little runlets from the wet sides.

The mind in a close watch falls under a spell, so that while the senses are alert the thoughts are apt to wander.  As I have said before, I have the sharpest sight, and as I watched a point of rock it seemed to move ever so slightly.  I rubbed my eyes and thought it fancy, and a sudden noise above made me turn my head.  It was only a bird, and as I looked again at the rock it seemed as if a spray of vine had blown athwart it, which was not there before.  I gazed intently, and, following the spray into the shadow, I saw something liquid and mottled like a toad’s skin.  As I stared it flickered and shimmered.  ’Twas only the light on a wet leaf, I told myself; but surely it had not been there before.  A sudden suspicion seized me, and I lifted my pistol and fired.

There was a shudder in the thicket, and an Indian, shot through the head, rolled into the burn.

At the sound I heard Ringan cry out, and there came a great war-whoop from the mouth of the ravine.  I gave one look, and then turned to my own business, for as the dead man fell another leaped from the matted cliffs.