Ere many hours had passed, and most unexpectedly to his wife, Gaspar returned. In the first happiness of welcoming him she did not observe that his face was stern and troubled; but she did notice, when bedtime came, that he did what had never before been done in their home: he locked or bolted the doors and stoutly barred the heavy wooden shutters. He had also brought Osceolo with him, from Abel's tavern, and had peremptorily bidden the Indian to "Lie there!" pointing to a heap of skins on the floor beside the fire. Toward morning Kitty woke. To her utter amazement, she saw in her living room her Gaspar and Osceolo engaged in what seemed a battle to the death. Then she sprang up and ran toward them, but her husband motioned her back. [Illustration: OSCEOLO AND GASPAR. _Page 276_.] "Leave him to me. I'll fix him so that he'll do no more mischief for the present." "But, Gaspar! What is it?" "Treachery, as usual. Get into your clothes, my girl, and call Wahneenah. Let the children be dressed,--warmly, for the air is cool and we may have to leave suddenly." "_What_ is it?" "An outbreak! The settlers are flocking into the Fort in droves. Black Hawk and his followers have come too close for comfort. This miserable fellow has been tampering with the stores. He couldn't get at the ammunition, but he's done all the evil he could. I caught him hobnobbing with a low Sac; a spy, I think. There. He's bound, and now I'll fasten him in the wood-shed. He knows too much about this town to be left in freedom." Yet, after all, they did not have to flee from home, as Gaspar had feared, though the Sun Maid put on her peace dress and unbound her glorious hair, ready at any moment to ride forth and meet the Indians and to try her powers of promoting good-feeling. The Snowbird stood saddled for many days: yet it was only upon errands of hospitality and charity that he was needed. Gaspar, however, was always in the saddle. When he was not riding far afield, scouting the movements of the Black Hawk forces, he was searching the countryside for provisions and himself guiding the wagons that brought in the scant supplies. One evening he returned more cheerful than he had seemed for many days and exclaimed as he tossed aside his cap: "This has been a good trip, for two reasons." "What are they, dear?" "Starvation is staved off for a while and the Indians are evidently in grave doubts of their own success in this horrid war." "Starvation, Gaspar? Has it been as bad as that?" "Pretty close to it. But I've found a couple of men who had about a hundred and fifty head of cattle, and they've driven them here into the stockade. As long as they last, we shall manage. The other good thing is--that the Black Hawks are sacrificing to the Evil Spirit." "They are! That shows they are hopeless of their own success."