Captain Smollett's Plan for the Defense

As soon as the sun had climbed above our girdle of trees, it fell with all its force upon the clearing. The iron fire basket was carried bodily out by Mr. Tyloni and the embers smothered among sand. Jackets and coats were flung aside, shirts thrown open at the neck and rolled up to the shoulders. Several bullets struck the log house, but not one entered. As the smoke cleared away and vanished, the stockade and the wood around it looked as quiet and empty as before. Not a bow weighed, not a gleamed of a musket feril betrayed the presence of our foes. So the captain. Put his gun-hockens.

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