moving and he hoped the man was not slain,
but he never knew.

The volleys from the Mexicans ceased, and silence came again in the
woods. Wisps of smoke floated here and there among the trees, but a
light wind soon caught them and carried them away. Ned and Obed, rolling
into easier positions, talked cheerfully.

"I don't think they'll try to rush us," said Obed. "The Mexicans are not
afraid to charge breastworks, but they'll hardly think we two are worth
the price they would have to pay. Perhaps they'll try to starve us out."

"And that they can't do because we have provisions for several days."

"But they don't know it. Nor do we want to stay here for several days,
Ned. Texas is calling to us, and we should be traveling northward
instead of lying under a rock besieged by Mexicans."

But they were compelled anew to make heavy drafts upon their patience.
The Mexicans kept quiet a long time. Finally a shot fired from some high
point grazed Ned's cap, and flattened against the rock behind him. The
boy involuntarily ducked against the earth. Obed also lay lower.

"Some Mexican must have climbed a tree," said the Maine man. "He's where
he can look over our fortifications and that gives him an advantage. It
also gives him a disadvantage because it will be harder for him to come
down out of that tree unaided than it was for him to go up in it. We'll
stick as close as we can under the log, until he sends in the second
shot."

They waited about ten minutes until the Mexican fired again. He was in
the boughs of a great oak about fifty yards away, and following the
flash of his weapon they saw his chest and shoulders as he leaned
forward to take aim and pull the trigger. Obed fired and the soldier
dropped to the ground. There was a noise in the underbrush, as if his
comrades were dragging him away and then the great silence came again.
As Obed reloaded he said grimly:

"I think we're done with the tree-climbers. Evil to him who evil does.
They're cured of that habit."

It was now mid-afternoon and the sun was blazing down over the cliffs
and forest. It grew very hot in the alcove. No breath of wind reached
them there, and they began to pant for air.

"I hope night will come soon," said Ned.

"It will be here before long," said Obed, "but something else will
arrive first."

"What is that?"

"Look, there to the right over the trees. See the dark spot in the sky.
Ned, my boy, a storm is coming and it is for you and m