The day was bright, burning and hot, and it threatened to pass like its predecessor, in silence and inaction.  Ned and Obed had been lying down or sitting down so long that they had grown stiff, and now, knowing that they were out of range they stood up and walked boldly about, tensing and flexing their muscles, and relieving the bodily strain.  Ned thought that their appearance might tempt the Lipans to a shot or some other demonstration, but no sound came from the woods, and they could not see any human presence there.  “Maybe they have gone away after all,” said Ned hopefully.

“If you went over there to the woods you’d soon find out that they hadn’t.”

“Suppose they really went away.  We’d have no way of knowing it and then we’d have to sit here forever all the same.”

Obed laughed, despite the grimness of their situation.

“That is a problem,” he said, “but if you can’t work a problem it will work itself if you only give it enough time.”

The morning was without result, but in the afternoon they saw figures stirring in the wood and concluded that some movement was at hand.

“Ned,” said Obed, “I think we’ve either won in the contest of patience, or that something else has occurred to disturb the Lipans.  Don’t you see horses as well as Indians there among the trees?”

“I can count at least five horses, and I’ve no doubt there are others.”

“All of which to my mind indicates a rush on horseback.  Perhaps they think they can gallop over us.  We’d better lay our pistols on the logs, where we can get at ’em quick, and be ready.”

Ned’s sharp eye caught sight of more horses at another point.

“They’re coming from all sides,” he said.

“You face to the right and I’ll face to the left,” said Obed, “and be sure your bullet counts.  If we bring down a couple of them they will stop.  Indians are not fond of charging in the open, and, besides, it will be hard for them to force their horses in among these logs and trees of ours.”

Ned did not answer, but he had listened attentively.  The muzzle of his rifle rested upon the log beside his pistol, and, with his eye looking down the sights, he was watching for whatever might come.

A sharp whistle sounded from the wood.  At the same instant, three bands of Lipans galloped from the trees at different points, and converged upon the little fortress.  They were all naked to the waist, and the sun blazed down upon their painted bodies, lighting up their lean faces and fierce eyes.  They uttered shout after shout, as they advanced, and as they came closer, bent down behind the shoulders of their ponies or clung to their sides.

The tremor of the nerves seized Ned again, but it was gone in a moment.  Then a fierce passion turned the blood in his veins to fire.  Why were these savages seeking his life?  Why had they hung upon his trail for days and days?  And why had they kept up that silent and invincible siege so long?  Yet he did not forget his earlier resolution to watch for a good shot, knowing that his life hung upon it.  But it was hard to hold one’s fire when the thud of those charging hoofs was coming closer.