“These were his words:  ’The Osages will be here before to-morrow morning.  If Raven, the chief, will go halves with me, I’ll tell him how much money the young men have, and help to get it!’ Such were his very words!” continued Mary, her dark eyes assuming a brightness, and her voice a boldness unwonted on ordinary occasions, as she proceeded:  “He then started off towards the prairie with his rifle, and nobody has seen him since.  I told father about it but he wouldn’t believe there was any danger; and when night came, he told me not to be uneasy, but to sleep like a good girl.  I did lie down, for I never like to disobey my father; but I couldn’t sleep, and so I got up and came here to wait till you returned, to tell you all about it.”

“Thanks, Mary—­I shall never forget your kindness,” said Glenn, as much affected by her simplicity and gentleness as at the threatened danger.

“You’re a sweet lass; God bless you, Mary!” said Boone, kissing her smooth forehead.  “Now run home and go to sleep, child; we will be on our guard.  As for you, your father is respected by all the Indians, and therefore your own safety will be best secured under his protection.”

“I will accompany you to the hut,” said Glenn, as the girl bid them good night, and was about departing.

“Oh no—­I’m used to going alone,” said Mary, promptly declining the proposition.

“She speaks truly, and it is unnecessary,” said Boone, as the maiden bowed and disappeared.

The party then fastened the gate and secured themselves within the stone house.  Joe petitioned Glenn to permit him to bring in the dogs, and Sneak seconded the motion, proposing to lie with them before the fire.

After a hearty repast, Boone and Glenn retired to their couches in quest of repose, so much needed after the exercises of the day.  Nor was it long before they were steeped in that deep and solemn slumber which throws a mysterious veil over the senses, obscuring from the vision all objects of an unpleasant nature, relieving the mind of the cares that may have pressed heavily upon it during the day, and at the same time by the gentlest process refreshing and reinvigorating the weary faculties for renewed exertion.

Silence brooded over the fireside scene.  The lamp threw a dim ray around its small flame unruffled by the confined and motionless air.  The fawn was coiled in a sleeping posture under its master’s bed, while the kitten purred upon its velvet back.  On one side of the hearth lay Sneak, his head pillowed upon one of the hounds, while the other slept against his back.  Joe was the only one present who had not fallen under the magic influence of slumber.  Hitherto he had yielded to a more powerful impulse—­that of the appetite—­and he now sat upon a low stool on the corner of the hearth opposite to Sneak, his back leaning against the side of the fireplace, holding in his left hand a pewter platter, and in his right a rib of the deer he had killed, well cooked,