"You!" returned Great-great-grandmother Letitia scornfully. "You are naught but a child." "I can handle a musket as well as a man," said Josephus Peabody with such a straightening of his small back that it seemed positively alarming, and another glance at Letitia, who returned it. She thought him a very pretty boy, and quite brave, offering to guard the path all alone, although he was so young, not much older than she was. Great-great-grandmother Letitia took up a musket decidedly. "Very well," said she, "if you can handle a musket like a man, here be the chance. Take this musket, and I will take one, and Letitia will take one, and we will leave the door ajar, so we can dash in if hard-pressed, and we will keep watch lest father and mother be attacked unawares at the threshold." Letitia was horribly afraid, but she had learned in the Spartan household of her ancestors, to be more afraid of fear than of anything else, so she pulled a blanket over her head and shouldered a musket, and, after the elder Letitia had unbarred and unbolted the door, they all stepped out into the night, armed and ready to guard the house. "Candace can handle a musket and so can little Phyllis at a pinch," said the elder Letitia thoughtfully, "but I for one am thinking that your Injuns are catamounts, Josephus Peabody." "They are Injuns," said the boy stoutly, peering out into the gloom. They were in perfect darkness, for it was a cloudy night, and not a ray came from the house-door. "For what reason were you abroad to-night?" inquired the elder in what Letitia considered a disagreeably patronizing tone as addressed to such a pretty brave little boy. "I went to visit my rabbit traps," replied the boy, but his voice was slightly hesitant. "In this darkness?" "I had a pine knot, but I flung it away when I heard the noises." "A pine knot, and Injuns around, and you with naught but a scalping knife? 'Tis not bravery but tomfoolery," said the elder Letitia. "I'll warrant you stole out without the knowledge of Goodman Cephas Holbrook and Mistress Holbrook, and they having taken you in as they did and given you food and shelter, with nine of their own to care for, and not knowing of a certainty who you might be." Letitia felt sure that the boy hung his head in the darkness. He mumbled something incoherent. "It was out of the window in the lean-to you got, and ran away," declared the elder Letitia severely. "You are not a boy to be trusted. You can remain here with Letitia, and I will stand guard a little way down the path; and do not speak above a whisper, although I be sure there be none but catamounts to hear." With that, Great-great-grandmother Letitia, musket over shoulder, moved down the path and stood quite concealed as if by a vast cloak of night, an alert vigilant young figure with the hot blood of her time leaping in her veins, and the shrewd brain of her time alive to everything which might stir that darkness with sound or light.