"What does Long Hair mean by that?" asked Mrs. McElroy of her husband. "He means that there is no appearance of any of the settlers being about the cabin," said the general, "which makes the matter still more incomprehensible; for if any of the settlers had come back, Long Hair would have traced them. Isn't that it, Long Hair?" The Indian nodded assent. "And yet he says that there were many guns fired," continued the general; "so many that quite a force of the assailing Indians were panic-struck, and fled. How was the firing done, Long Hair? As if by persons that were used to handling the rifle?" "One, two, tree, bery good; hit Injin some; shoot at Long Hair good; much hard get way; to the most, much poor--shoot here, shoot dere, shoot everywhere!" "But what makes you think the children are in the cabin?" asked Mrs. Jones; for, mother-like, her thoughts were constantly recurring to them. "Trail go towards cabin," replied the sagacious red man; "couldn't follow trail; shoot Long Hair if he follow trail." "I think that Long Hair is right," said the general, striking the table with the flat of his hand: "your boys were born to be heroes, madam. If I mistake not, that Charlie and Bub of yours were the defenders of that cabin against the savages. And yet," he added, doubtfully, "that is simply absurd; it's beyond the power of two little boys to perform such a feat; for you recollect, ladies, that Long Hair said that not only a number of guns were fired, but at the same time; and to conclude that two little boys should fire off a score of guns, more or less, simultaneously, is to assent to a physical impossibility. The truth is, the deeper I go into this matter, the more I'm puzzled. What is your opinion of it, Long Hair?" "Long Hair no sense; no tell; mind much dark;" and the Indian seemed mortified that his sagacity was for once at fault. "No white settlers in cabin; Charlie and Bub in cabin; much gun fire; hurt two, tree Injin; scare much Injin--don't know." "He means that he is certain that no settlers have returned to the cabin," explained Mrs. Jones, "but that Charlie and Bub are there; while as to who shot off so many fire-arms, he is as much in the dark as ourselves." "Well," said the general, rising, "there is one way to clear up this mystery. I'll send a trusty detachment there at once to open the secrets of the cabin." Long Hair rose at this, and said,-- "White chief send sojer to cabin, right way, bimeby, quick?" "Yes," replied the general, "and I should like to have you go with them as guide." "No," answered the Indian, sententiously; "Long Hair go 'lone; Long Hair always go 'lone;" and, starting at a quick pace, he was speedily out of sight. CHAPTER XXI. "PULL THE STRING, BUB."