The high state of excitement into which Charlie had been kept by the startling events connected with the massacre, and his ingenious defence of the cabin, brought about a reaction; great lassitude alternated with feverish symptoms. He felt obliged to watch during the long hours of night, and caught such snatches of sleep as Bub's performances allowed by day. One day, after Bub had had his breakfast, Charlie said,-- "I feel as if I was going to be sick, Bub; my mouth tastes dreadfully, and my head aches so I can scarcely see. If I shouldn't get well, and the Indians should come, you must remember and go into the hole in the cellar, and pull the stone up in its place after you, just as I showed you how, and keep still same as we did in the tree." "And shall I have to take the toffee-pot and go to the spring, same's you did?" "No," said Charlie; "the Indians would see you and kill you if you did, and we have a well in the yard. But I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll bring a pail of cold water now, and fill the coffee-pot, and put it into the hole, and a good lot of food there for you to eat, so that you wouldn't have to come out for anything; and, Bub, if I should die, and father and mother should come and take you away, I want you to tell them that I put the water and the food there; won't you?" "Yes," said Bub; "and I'll let them hide in our tree; mayn't I, Charlie?" "Yes," answered Charlie; "you must tell them all you can remember; tell them that I tried to be a good boy; tell mother,"--speaking very softly,--"that every night we said 'Now I lay me;' and don't you never forget to say, 'Now I lay me;' will you, Bub?" "No, I won't," said Bub; "tos, if I'm dood, like you and mother, and say, 'Now I lay me' every night, when I die Dod will send a big angel down to take me up to heaven; won't he, Charlie?" "Yes," said Charlie. "Now I'll go get the water;" and, walking with unsteady step to the well, he returned with a pail of water, and, filling the coffee-pot, descended, feebly, to the cellar, and placed it in the hole which he had dug; then, carrying most of the provisions that they had, deposited them there also, and going up stairs again, he started for the bed, but suddenly stopped, and putting his hand over his eyes, said,-- "O, where is it? I can't see, I'm so dizzy," and fell by the side of it, on the hard floor. Bub looked on in wonder, scarcely comprehending the meaning of it, saying,-- "Did the cellar hurt you, Charlie?" But there was no answer. In a few moments after, Charlie opened his eyes, and said,-- "Bub, I'm dreadful sick; if the Indians should come,--and you must watch for them, Bub, else they might come when you wasn't looking,--" Then he relapsed into silence. "Did you 'peak, Charlie?" said Bub, wondering that he did not finish the sentence. The dear little voice seemed to recall his wandering thoughts, and, taking up what he was saying where he had left off, continued,--