But, as Charlie gave no heed to the peace-offering, Bub put the saucer upon the table, and, seating himself in his usual place at meal time, commenced eating. The compound was not so pleasant as its inventor had expected, and, after the first few spoonfuls, was abandoned in disgust. It now occurred to him that it was time to resume his post as sentry. Mounting to his first outlook, his little blue eyes dilated, for he saw an Indian creeping along. "Charlie," said he, jumping down in terror. "Injun come to kill Bub!" But, as Charlie did not reply, he clambered on the bed, crying,-- "Charlie, 'peak to Bub; Injun come!" Then, supposing that the reason he made no answer was because he had burnt the powder, he said, with quivering lip,-- "Bub's sorry he's been naughty; Bub won't be naughty no more. Bub love Charlie;" and he put his little face lovingly against Charlie's. But he started back as Charlie's hot cheeks touched his tender flesh. Remembering how hot his own flesh was when tortured with thirst in the tree, and how grateful the draught of water was Charlie fetched from the spring at the risk of his life, Bub exclaimed,-- "Charlie dry; Bub give Charlie some drink!" and hastening to the table, he took from it the large bowl, and filled it from the bucket that Charlie had left on the floor, and, climbing with it on the bed again, essaying to put it to his lips, upset the whole over his face and neck. The sudden application of the cold water proved a balm to the sick boy, and, recognizing Bub, he inquired, confusedly,-- "Where--where am I?--what's the matter?" "Injun's come!" cried Bub, with renewed earnestness. Charlie attempted to rise, but fell back, exhausted, saying, while a growing faintness crept over him,-- "I can't get up, Bub, I'm so sick; pull the string." Bub did as he was directed, and again the cabin fort broke the stillness of prairie and forest with its unmanned broadside. "Now," said Charlie, his voice sinking to a whisper, "go and hide yourself in the cellar, Bub, and keep very still." "I 'fraid 'out you!" said Bub. "I am so sick," answered Charlie, "I can't go with you." "I so 'fraid!" quivered Bub, as he saw the deathly pallor creeping over Charlie's face, and the fixed look of his eyes. "Pray, and then go and keep still," said Charlie. And little Bub knelt by the bedside, and, folding his hands, repeated,-- "Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take;" and then adding, of his own accord, "Please, Dod, take care of Charlie, and don't let the dark hurt Bub;" rising, he said, "Bub isn't 'fraid now;" and, descending into the cellar, he crept into his hiding-place in the wall, and carefully readjusted the stone.