“Yes, when I’ve got my supper,” replied Joe lazily, and indistinctly, with one end of the bone in his mouth. But it was not long before he again nodded, and his hand with the bone in it was once more lowered softly down at his side. He was soon palpably fast asleep. And now the kitten, having finished its nap, came with a noiseless tread to the comfortable fire, humming its low unvaried song; and, rubbing its soft side against the head of Jowler, finally crouched down before the embers, with its feet drawn under it, and its eyes apparently watching the brilliant sparks that ever and anon flew up the chimney. But ere long it scented the well-flavoured viand that dangled in the vicinity, and after casting a glance at the face of Joe, and being satisfied that he was insensible to all external objects, stealthily began to gnaw the end of the bone that rested on the hearth. As long as it had in mind the fear of interruption, it was permitted to feast moderately; but when its ravenous propensity urged it to more active and vigorous operations, Joe once more opened his eyes, and after looking slowly around, but not down, again attempted to raise the rib to a is mouth. “Hello!—augh! scat!” he cried, leaping up violently. His first impression was that the Indians, about whom he had been dreaming, were upon him; his next that a rattlesnake clung to his finger; and finally, finding it to be the kitten bestowing some scratches on the hand that sought to bereave it of its prize, he uttered the latter exclamation, first in rage; but pleased that his condition was no worse, soon after called the poor frightened pet to him, and with one or two caresses gave it the bone, and then resigned himself to unrestrained slumber. They were all aroused in the morning by the snorting of the horses without, and the growling and sharp yelping of the hounds within. “What’s the matter with the horses and dogs, Joe?” inquired Glenn, rising from his couch. “I don’t know what ails the foolish things. I know that I fed the horses; and as for Ringwood and Jowler, I’ll soon kick them out. Let go my ankle!” exclaimed he, turning to Sneak, who caught hold of him as he rose to approach the door. “Don’t open the door yet,” said Boone, who had been listening to the sounds outside, and then continued in an under tone, addressing Glenn: “They are certainly here; but whether or not with an evil intent I am unable to determine.” “Oh goodness! It’s the Indians!” exclaimed Joe, yielding to sudden alarm, having momentarily forgotten the anticipated danger when he proposed opening the door. “Keep your mouth shet!” said Sneak, listening with his ear placed near the floor behind the door. “How many do you make them out to be?” inquired Boone, when Sneak had occupied his position a few minutes. “It’s all right!” replied Sneak, eagerly; “there is only two or three of ’em, and old Roughgrove’s out there talking to ’em! How do you open the door? Let me out!”