THE FIGHT AT THE FORT“Gawd, Matt—jest think—we’ve got a whole tradin’ fort gave to us!” said Jake, as the loaded scow disappeared around a bend.
“Yeah—an’ a war along with it. We better be figurin’ out what we’re goin’ to do.”
“We ain’t afraid of no Siwashes. We’ve got a sight of muskets an’ powder an’ lead. An’ there’s three, four bags of bullets already run. An’ besides, we’ll be inside the fort shootin’ out through them holes—an’ the Siwashes ain’t got no fort.”
“There might be a lot of ’em an’ they could rush us. We better fetch some grub an’ some powder an’ ball down here to the canoe, an’ drop down the river a quarter of a mile or so, an’ cache the stuff, canoe an’ all, back in the bush. Then if we have to make a getaway we can hit fer the woods er sneak away in the dark an’ shove
